You've always tired to be perfect in everything to please society, a perfect figure, a perfect face, anything it took just to fit that standard. You've even stopped eating a few times to lose 'extra' weight.

On this day, you were applying makeup how you usually did it while Dan Heng, your lover, was somewhere else in the place, probably reading a book.

As you were applying your lipstick on your lips, the thought of not being ideal for the high society ran through your mind, causing your hands to tremble and shake. In the breakdown, you had smeared the lipstick across your face, your expression impassive.

After doing this, you collapsed down from your chair, holding your head in your hands as you begin to tremble at your thoughts again, muttering something.

"I-Im so...-"

You say until somebody's voice cut you off; Dan Heng, who calmly sat down beside you.

"Beautiful, your beautiful."

He says as he gently lifts up your face with his hand on your chin, his other hand holding a cotton pad with micellar water to wipe the makeup and tears off your face.