"I trust you."
Maya looked up again when Evan suddenly spoke to her. The man looked at her with a determined face, before repeating the same sentence once more time.
"I trust you. I have promised you to believe in you no matter what. My life feels like a miracle since you came. So why, you who created this miracle can't say that your current life is a miracle?"
Evan smiled a little. Maya. Indeed, the name was more suitable for a girl as great as his wife. Evan seemed to have found the missing shard as he repeated the name over and over in his heart. Maya. The woman he loves is Maya, not the Finola that people have known all this time.
"Besides," Evan continued. "It doesn't matter whose body you are wearing right now. I only love the soul that fills this body. I love a girl who is brave, great, and always protects me in difficult times. I love Maya, someone who dared come to make a proposal to with me last year."
