Hilda's face had not completely recovered. There were still some fine marks on her forehead, and there were very obvious scars on her arms and neck, all of which were cleverly covered by Nathan's stylist. Today, she looked extremely delicate and elegant, and she was also very satisfied with today's look.

She was like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, and like a phoenix reborn from the ashes.

Backstage, Nathan silently stared at the woman who seemed to be illuminated by all the lights in the world, his eyes full of tenderness and admiration.

His little pumpkin was no longer a little pumpkin, but a phoenix that had soared into...