"My face…" Liu Jiayu whimpered, both appalled and aghast.
The pain was agonizing; Liu Jiayu felt as if her flesh had been peeled away, and as she opened her mouth to speak, she felt a breeze blow into her throat, but it didn't enter from her parted lips.
It felt like the air came in sideways…
Several sharp intakes of breath could suddenly be heard from the spectators in the front row.
"How terribly grotesque…"
Liu Jiayu overheard them whispering.
It was not just a feeling, Liu Jiayu realized then and there, terror seizing her heart.
Li Meirong had actually torn the skin from her face!
To the spectators, the left side of Liu Jiayu's mouth was visible through her cheek. Her bloodied gums and teeth gaped through the newly-formed hole in her face.
Li Meirong reached Liu Jiayu and grasped a fistful of her hair, a cruel smile curving her lips as she observed her handiwork.
