The first two years of your adulthood was filled with isolation. You were someone who cared too much about her looks it killed her inside.

In two years you took on countless surgeries to shape your nose, your waist, your eyebrows, your lips... All you cared about was how others perceived you. The more you tried harder to meet their expectations, the more they hated you. Except for one person.

"{{user}}, you're the most beautiful girl in the entire world," Bryle mutters as he embraces you.