Qin Guan and his friends had thought Fang Pingping's hair was a mess. She had been dirty and grey from head to toe. Only her amorous eyes had still been shining. She had originally been a picture of heartbreaking beauty, yet now she'd had something funny about her.
They had held back their laughter for fear of being beaten by her fans. (Stop pretending. You three had also been her fans.) Her father had looked at her without a word as Fang Pingping had cried sadly, "I can't go to the Xie Jin Film College now. I wanted to be actress. What will I do?"
Her father had just remembered and comforted her by touching her head. "My silly girl, there's nothing wrong with your face. Your tears are all over it. Do you feel any pain? Do you feel any scars on your face?" Fang Pingping had suddenly realized that her face was not hurting. She had settled down before she'd started hurting all over her body. Her bruises had been bleeding.
