"Big brother Lin, is my face really not going to recover?"
Lin Wanwan refused to believe it. In her eyes, Dr. Lin was omnipotent. Look, didn't he give himself a change of body? He could give her a simple change of face, right?
Lin Wanwan begged and looked at Dr. Lin as she touched her face with trembling hands.
Dr. Lin shook his head and said regretfully, "Wanwan, it's not that I don't want to help you, but your face- I really can't do anything about it!"
Her face was infected with the zombie virus. There might have been a chance if he arrived sooner, but unfortunately, he came late.
Lin Wanwan tugged on Dr. Lin's clothes harshly like a madwoman, insisting, "Why not?! Why not?! I don't care! I don't care! Return my face to me! If you really can't, then give me a new face!"
Lin Wanwan was in too much pain, and as Dr. Lin listened to her, a beautiful little face flashed before his eyes, cold and brash!
So contradictory, yet so attractive.
