"Damn…" Heaven hissed, checking her cracked lip in the mall's restroom. The woman's slap hurt. She must have put all her strength into that one slap.
'The last time someone tried to touch me, Bear cut his hand off,' she thought, touching her slightly swollen cheek.
This body wasn't used to pain. If not for the soul's strong mentality and experience, her cheek would swell much worse. After all, that slap originated from anger after Heaven provoked that woman.
"But well, at least, I got myself out of that situation." Heaven dropped her hand, staring at the wide mirror before her. "That woman really makes me angry — why is this Heaven a magnet to people like them?"
She frowned, thinking about all the people surrounding Heaven. First, Paula Shen and then that woman. Although that other woman she encountered in the bakeshop doesn't have any connections with Heaven, that woman would be if what she kept gloating about was true.
