His love

As the patients rushed in, Willow’s mind filled with dreadful rumors about Blackstorm Mental Hospital 

Patients there enjoyed fighting, biting, and injuring others. If she could defeat them, they would obey her from then on. But if she couldn’t, they would bully her every day. 

Countless bloody scenes flashed across Willow’s mind. She subconsciously shrank under the quilt, but the patients grew closer to her. 

Scary laughter erupted, giving her goosebumps all over. 

“Look! It’s her! She stole our boss‘ face!” 

As one of the patients finished speaking, a middle–aged woman in colorful, shabby clothes pushed the others aside and approached Willow. 

Her face was covered with crisscrossing scars. She was clearly the boss referred to by the previous patient. 

“Don’t worry, boss! We’ll take your face back!” 

“Bad woman! How dare you steal our boss‘ face! Give it back!” 

“Return it!” 

Amidst the commotion, several of them extended their smelly hands toward Willow’s face. 

Willow knew well that those patients couldn’t replace the disfigured woman’s face with hers. Their real purpose was to destroy her face. 

Naturally, she didn’t want her face scratched. She tried to get out of bed and away from those horrible people. But she couldn’t even move her legs. She had no way out of this hellish place. 

Willow could only cover her face tightly to prevent those people from destroying it. 

Although she knew she would die, she couldn’t deny that every woman loved beauty. Even if she died, she wished to die looking pristine and beautiful rather than with a damaged face and scars all over her body. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Give it back to me! Give me back my face!” 

The leading woman couldn’t help but become enraged at the sight of Willow shielding her face. 

The woman grabbed Willow’s long hair, flung her to the ground, and beat her. 

Willow experienced agony. Her stomach and legs hurt, and her entire body was in excruciating pain. She couldn’t even defeat a child in her current state. 

Faced with numerous strong patients, she had no choice but to let them harm her. 

Fortunately, she kept her face well protected. Even though her body was in excruciating anguish that she was almost suffocating, there wasn’t a single scratch on her face from their attacks. 

“She’s the devil! She has only four fingers on her left hand! She’s a monster!” 

When someone mentioned it, the others grabbed Willow’s left hand tightly. 

“We must destroy this monster today!” 

“Agree!” 

Sometime later, Willow could no longer make out what they were saying. All she knew was that the pain in her body was intensifying. Moreover, she was still bleeding. 

Eventually, she couldn’t even protect her face. 

In a trance, Willow noticed the scarred woman holding a rusty knife, waving it, and preparing to slash at 

her face. 

Realizing she couldn’t escape the calamity, she closed her eyes in despair.