After Noel returned from his business trip, our relationship seemed even more distant.

He was still gentle with me, but that gentleness felt alien and insincere.

Each night, I wondered if we could return to how things were if only my scars were gone.

I began searching for nearby hospitals, browsing numerous websites until I found one with a solid reputation and highly praised cosmetic department.

Upon arriving at the hospital, I asked for directions in the lobby, and the nurse kindly guided me.

As I walked down the corridor, anxiety tightened in my chest.

When I reached the entrance of the cosmetic department, I stopped to take a deep...