Lucia opened her phone and looked at the distinctive Steven in her friends list. She tilted her head, her fingers twitching, wanting to click but hesitating.

Why do you say the style is odd? Because Steven's wechat account is clearly registered not long ago, no identity information, no Moments photos, even... Not even a profile picture.

... Can she still post on Moments as she pleases?

It must be said that Steven was very particular about Lucia's demands. Just three days later, he personally delivered a course of scar medicine, and it happened to be six o 'clock in the evening when they had a meal as a matter of course.

Lucia began to wonder. During the day, she would run into Steven inspecting work from time to time, and at dinner, they happened to "run into each other by chance" several times. As time went on, everyone in the crew looked at her differently.

In the past, people suspected that she had an affair with a rich man, but now it was certain that she had successfully infiltrated the ranks of the rich and handsome, and was about to rise to the peak of her career. Just thinking about it made one want to cause trouble.

Lucia lay in a rocking chair, lazily basking in the sun, with Faye and Cynthia in front of her, whose acting skills and popularity are beyond doubt, and whose action scenes are smooth and effortless, creating a beautiful scene.

She found a comfortable spot to move around and felt a look of envy and resentment beside her. She turned her head and was stunned to see Indira, who was being covered by the bushes.

Indira did not look at anyone, her eyes fixed tightly on Faye, with jealousy, resentment and resentment swirling in her mind. This character was supposed to be hers.

In order to play Miss Anna well... I put in so much effort, took notes over and over again on the script, and studied the character's psychology and expressions so much that I forgot to eat and sleep in order to achieve the best effect.

But the result is that she has lost her role and her life. The day before yesterday, when she took off the bandage to change the dressing, she broke down. She touched the scar over and over again, wishing she could wake up from the nightmare in the next second.

However, reality is cruel.

As soon as Faye came down from the set, her agent came up to offer her water. She wiped the sweat off her face and immediately went into the air-conditioned dressing room.

Indira followed closely behind Lucia.

At the entrance of the dressing room.

"Why did you do that? If you want a role, you can take it openly. Why ruin my face!" Indira wailed at the top of her lungs, and the hatred in her eyes was about to tear Faye apart.

Faye, feeling guilty, took a step back. "What nonsense are you talking, Indira? You must be crazy. Your face is an accident, a mistake by the staff. It has nothing to do with me. You want compensation in court. What's the use of coming to me?"

Indira sneered: "Stop pretending. I know it all. That so-called staff member took Kiera's money and then you took my place, Faye. Do you have any conscience?"

Faye caught the hysterical madness in Indira's eyes, as well as the determination to destroy everything. She was both frightened and at a loss.

She looked around in panic, hoping someone would drag the mad woman out.

Indira laughed wildly and reached out to remove the bandage from her wound, revealing a hideous scar like a curving centipede, which scared Faye into screaming.

"Do you get scared too? Faye, you look at my scar, look at it. How dare you say this isn't your sin?"

"Go away, help, you ugly monster!" Faye, in a panic, slapped Indira and pushed her to the ground, then immediately hid in her dressing room and locked the door.

Indira slumped to the ground, her once beautiful eyes had turned grey, leaving only the void of despair.

Ugly... She became ugly.

Now she dares not see anyone except her parents, and no one is willing to look at her again. Her life has become fragmented and can no longer be pieced together.

Indira decided to go all out and pulled out a sharp blade from her bosom, the cold light of the blade interwoven with the fierce light in her eyes.

On what basis can she still enjoy the splendor and wealth with a clear conscience after ruining her own life? Let's die together.

The moment Indira pulled out the knife, she suddenly felt a tingling sensation in her wrist and the sharp sound of the knife hitting the ground. She turned her head abruptly and saw Lucia tightly grasping her wrist with a heavy gaze.

Her eyes were clear, without fear, without loathing, for a long time... No one was willing to look her straight in the eye. Except Lucia.

"Aren't you afraid of me? Aren't you supposed to hide from an ugly monster?" Indira trembled as she covered her mutilated right cheek, tears dripping and burning Lucia's arm.

"Don't do anything stupid. Faye must have informed someone to come, and then not only will you not hurt her, but you will put yourself in even greater misfortune."

"Are you going to let me do nothing and watch her get away with it?" Indira gave Lucia a push. "I can't do it! Lucia, if you want me to repay kindness or something like that, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

She looked straight into Lucia's eyes, filled with resentment and unwillingness in her pupils. The resentment was suppressed in her heart like a sharp knife, tormenting her day and night.

She had a good impression of Lucia, but she didn't expect that Lucia, like her parents, would only weakly tell her to compromise. This added to her resentment.

Of course, she hated herself the most, being pushed to the brink and having no strength to resist at all, watching her enemies live a carefree life while her parents wept all the time.

"What can you do with a knife? Don't forget, you and Faye are both public figures. Nobody knows what happened to you, but Internet citizens must know that Faye was stabbed by you. It doesn't matter if you go to prison, but have you ever thought about your parents, how are you going to make them live?"

Lucia's earnest persuasion, now is definitely not the time to show off, not to mention Faye's backstage and her cruel fans, and the male favorites behind her, all of whom have extraordinary backgrounds and have done stupid things in their previous lives.

But Indira, in a fit of rage, couldn't listen and cried out, "Then what can I do? Lucia, tell me, what else can I fight against her except this life? You don't understand my pain at all."

No one could truly empathize, not even her mother would secretly shed tears and tell her to swallow her anger.

"Lucia, I don't need a saintly bitch. I hate people who stand by and make sarcastic remarks. There's nothing to do but give meaningless advice." Indira sneered, holding a knife and not listening to anyone.

"I understand, I'll help you." Her face was also ruined by Faye, and no one understands the pain that comes from the depths of the soul better than she does.

She suddenly grabbed the crazy girl, "Indira, would you like to join me against Faye?"