Zhou Nuo was also terrified and turned pale.

For entertainers, their faces are undoubtedly their second life. If their faces are ruined, their acting careers are over.

Although the cosmetic surgery industry is very developed now, most people who have had cosmetic surgery will have somewhat stiff faces and will be unable to make many facial expressions and movements.

If the surgery is too severe, it can even affect one's singing.

Of course, Zhou Nuo became famous for his naturally handsome face. If this face were ruined, he—he hasn't even established himself in the industry yet.

Zhou Nuo truly loves acting and singing. No matter how many doubts and difficulties he encounters, he has never thought of leaving.

He had always thought of himself as a brave person, but today he was truly terrified.

"Zhou Nuo—"

"Ahhh—"

The fans in the audience screamed wildly, and some even covered their faces and cried.

They were also frightened.

Zhou Nuo, I like you.

The woman lay on the ground, still muttering the same phrase, "I really like you so much."

"Do you like him so much that you want to destroy him?"

"I just want him to belong to me alone."

"What makes you think he'll belong to you just because his appearance is ruined?"

Ning Hong then squatted down and asked, "Besides, if he really is disfigured, would you still like him?"

Ning Hong then took out her phone and showed several pictures of faces disfigured by sulfuric acid. "Do you really like faces like this?"

These faces, each one contorted in a grotesque grimace.

The woman was so frightened that she quickly closed her eyes.

"No, that's not how it is."

How could this be?

"You almost turned your favorite person into this—"