Grace felt so painful that she was suffocating.
In the vague consciousness, it seemed that someone was lying on her body, helping her to block the knives that stabbed her.
But she was in so much pain that she couldn’t open her eyes.
It seemed that she was really dying.
In a trance, it was like a movie in her mind, constantly popping up the decade when she met Carl.
He only gave her a little warmth in the darkness, and she loved him for ten years.
But Carl, these days are too hard.
If there is an afterlife, I don’t want to love you any more.
I regret it, I really regret it…
“Grace… hold on a little longer… I’ll take you to the hospital…”
“Grace, hold on…”
“Grace… if you can… I hope you live well…”
It seemed that someone was calling her name in her ear, but her world was falling into darkness.
She began to fall into the endless nightmare again.
She dreamed of Caleb.
Caleb held her favorite ice cream and handed it to her, pleasing her clumsily. “Grace, have an ice cream, your favorite vanilla flavor…”
“Thank you, Brother Caleb.” In the dream, she smiled sweetly.
But the next second, her neck was pinched.
Carl pressed her on the balcony and asked her over and over again why she killed Caleb and why she was so cruel.
She held the ice cream in her hand and wept bitterly.
See, even in a dream, he could easily make her cry.
Grace did not know how long she had slept. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying in a resplendent room.
She thought she has gone to heaven until she saw Mason, who pushed the door and came in with joy.
Mason took her hand tightly and said happily, “Grace, it’s great that you are finally awake.”
‘mason?” Grace shook her groggy head and wondered, “Did you save me?”
“Uh-huh.” He was stunned and nodded gently.
She remembered when she received a text message from Carl, she fled the wedding and ran to find him, but the person waiting there was not Carl, but Stella with a knife and malice all over her face.
Stella wanted to kill her frantically, but someone lay prone on her, protected her from the knife and saved her.
She thought the man would be Carl, but unexpectedly, it was Mason.
She smiled bitterly, looked up at Mason and whispered, ‘mason, thank you. How long have I been in a coma?”
“A week.”
It has been so long.
Grace smiled absent-minded and wanted to get up, but felt a sharp pain in her body.
“Don’t move.” Mason charged, “Your body is full of wounds. Although your life is saved, you have to recuperate well.”
“Oh.” She was dazed, reached out to touch her face, and found that her face was also wrapped in thick bandages. She was shocked and said, “My face…”
“During your coma, I hired a plastic surgeon to help you with skin grafting and plastic surgery. When the gauze is removed, your face will recover.” He replied.
Her hands shook slightly in mid-air. She bit her lower lip and said with a wry smile, “Thank you, Mason.”
After being called monster for so long, her appearance would finally be restored.
But now, was it still useful for her to restore this face?
“Don’t mention it. During this period of time, you should have a good rest here.” Mason smiled, “Aaron’s operation was also successful. You don’t have to worry anymore.”
“Okay.” She nodded gently, her hanging heart finally released.
It seemed that it was right to say that if one did not die in a great disaster, one must be blessed.
But after a pause, she looked up at Mason and frowned, “But Mason, why are you suddenly so kind to me?”
Hearing what she said, his long eyes narrowed into a good-looking radian, and he smiled and said, “You are my future wife. Who else can I be good to if it’s not you?”
“But I ran away from our wedding, don’t you blame me?” Grace asked back.
“Well, I don’t blame you.” His voice, however, was rarely very gentle. “The last wedding was really a bit hasty. When you get well, let’s prepare for a new wedding slowly.”
Leaving this sentence, he turned and left.
Grace was reborn after the disaster, and thus passed three months safely under the protection of Mason.
She lived in this isolated villa for three months. She didn’t use her cell phone or the Internet. She was recovering, she basked in the sun, read books, wrote and drew every day. She lived a peaceful life.
In a blink of an eye, the injury on her body was much better, and the gauze on her face could also be removed.
Grace stared at her tightly wrapped face in the mirror and felt very uneasy.
Mason walked behind her, gently untied the gauze and revealed her face little by little.
Her facial features have grown very delicate since she was a child, with a palm-sized oval face, a pair of clear and bright deer eyes, a prominent nose and rosy lips. Except for the ferocious scar, her face was almost perfect.
She gazed at herself in the mirror, narrowed her eyes and smiled. She finally regained her appearance and she didn’t have to be ugly any more.
“Grace, you are really nice looking.” Mason, who was accustomed to beautiful women, could not help sighing after seeing her real face.
“Thank you.” Grace laughed.
“Now that your injury is better and your appearance has recovered, do you want to do something?” Mason asked, “Although I can support you, I still hope you can find something to do and cheer up.”
Hearing what he said, Grace smiled absent-minded and said lightly, ‘mason, I want to be a wedding ring designer.”
Her previous dream was to be a singer, but now she could no longer sing, so she could only try something else.
Three months ago, she accidentally saw a wedding ring in the magazine, so she was inspired and designed one herself.
Mason deeply respected her decision. That night, he contacted the boss of a wedding ring company for her and asked her to take her design to Imperial Capital to meet and discuss it in detail.
Grace wore a leather hip skirt, with a black suspender top and a sexy make-up, which attracted many people’s attention along the way.
However, she was still an ugly monster reviled by everyone three months ago.
Ha ha, quite sarcastic.
“Grace, is that you?” Just then, a familiar voice came from behind.
Grace was dazed and turned to see Nevaeh standing behind her with joy all over her face.
“Nevaeh.” She was stunned and called her gently.
“Grace, it’s really you, you are still alive!” Nevaeh hurriedly came up to her, “Great, you are not dead…”
Her eyes settled upon Nevaeh’s limping legs. “Nevaeh, your legs…”