Although Beau said that he did not care, Eliza still pushed him away and ran into the bathroom.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her ears constantly echoing Beau's words.
"All along, what I like is you."
"It doesn't matter what you look like."
"No matter what this face looks like, no matter what you look like, I like it."
"You are my wife, and you will be mine for the rest of your life."
Eliza's lips could not help but slightly raise.
She had chosen to change her name and face to live, not because she wanted to escape from Beau, but because she wanted to give the two of them some time to calm down and tell him not to chase her so closely.
Now...
She not only calmed down but also was willing to forgive him.
In fact, she even felt that Beau was now more mature than before, and she even liked by him more.
She took a deep breath and the birthmarks on her face, scars, black moles...
