The man lifts his head, looking at Chou'er's blotchy face. He grins, revealing a set of pristine teeth, "Xin'er, I love you, not your face. Even if you really become like this, I would still love you."
The man's words thawed the rigid heart of Chou'er, small movements of affection humming around. Every day, she looks at her face in the mirror and feels nausea, only over time did she grow accustomed to it. However, there is no trace of disgust in the man's eyes, a rare attribute among men who judge strictly by appearances.
"Let me take it off. I don't like the face you made for me at all! I'm always treated as a hideous freak!"
Turning her back, Chou'er's fingers feel around her ear and she pulls off a thin latex mask. When she turns back, her face is as radiant as flowers and the moon.
