"If I ruin this face, will you still recognize it?"
He squeezed my hand tightly and said in a hoarse voice:
"As long as you live, I will recognize you for the rest of my life."
…
He was once my husband, who bought my youth with money;
I was his wife, and I gave my life in exchange for the rest of my life.
The night when the fire burned away his skin, his green plum smiled coldly.
"I want him to face your face and be unable to love or abandon it, just like he did to me."
But he rewrote the burnt marriage certificate and picked up the broken and helpless me from the ashes.
He also helped me embark on the journey of being a female prostitute that I never dared to imagine.
He said: "What I love has never been your face."
But I don't believe it.
How could a man who had guarded Qingmei's life for ten years be so easily moved towards others?
On the night when the burns were most severe, he stayed by the bedside for three days without sleeping.
Later, when I hid from people, he tried different ways to make me happy.
He said: "I don't want you to be my caged bird, I want you to be my own phoenix."
It was at that moment that I realized that disfigurement was not a dead end. It is to tie your life to others.
He not only showed pity to me, but also respected me - respecting the unshakable pride in my bones.
"Go ahead and show it to me." He opened the cage door with his own hands.
Until my wings are quenched and I fly back.
He leaned down and kissed my scar preciously.
"Now, it's me who begs you to take me in."
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Hand drawn by artist: Tang Shi
Intention: Love yourself first before you can love others