The doctor gave another pile of medicine to Eliza for her wounds, saying that she would be able to remove the scar.
Beau thanked the doctor before leaving with Eliza.
"I said I'm fine, but you're still so nervous."
Eliza reached out her hand to touch the gauze on her cheek and said helplessly.
Beau held her hand and said with a serious look, "It's about you. How can I not be nervous?"
Eliza's heart was filled with sweetness. She suddenly wanted to act like a spoiled child and asked, "If the scar on my face doesn't heal, will you dislike me?"
"What are you talking about?"
Eliza, "If I were really disfigured, wouldn't you dislike me?"
"Of course not."
Eliza raised her eyebrows and looked at Beau.
However, Beau firmly looked into her eyes and his expression did not change.
