Unexpectedly, Sophie Foster's reaction was surprisingly calm. She looked at the grotesque half of her face in the mirror, like it had been smeared with paste, with muscles unevenly twisted together, gleaming a nauseating dark red color...
She raised her finger to gently touch it; her fingertips trembled, her eyes were slightly moist. She opened her mouth and with a hoarse voice like sandpaper, she asked, "Uncle, can it be restored...?"
"It can!" Nicholas Croft replied assuredly. "With technology so advanced now, it can definitely be restored to its former state."
Sophie Foster continued to look at herself in the mirror, her trembling fingertips slowly moving over the scars on her cheek, and she asked as if talking to herself, "Are you scared?"
A seemingly random question, yet Nicholas Croft understood.
Once such a beautiful face was now like this; even he, as a man, found it hard to accept, let alone his Lara, who loved beauty so much.
