Chapter 2

Their comments snapped me back to reality.

I quickly rushed to the restroom and looked in the mirror.

My heart sank the moment I saw my reflection.

It was an utterly ordinary face, the kind that would get lost in a crowd, completely unremarkable.

A wave of sadness washed over me.

In my previous life, at least I had a beautiful face.

That's why when I first moved into Liam's place, he'd just broken his leg and was incredibly short-tempered.

He'd gruffly chase everyone away.

But I, emboldened by my looks, dragged my small suitcase and forcefully barged into his life.

For the first few days, he wouldn't even let me through the door.

So, I huddled with my knees to my chest, sleeping in a sleeping bag right outside his door for days.

On the third night, the temperature plummeted, and I sneezed a dozen times outside.

The door suddenly swung open. Leaning against it, I almost tumbled backward, nearly taking a nasty fall.

But a pair of arms caught me, holding me steady.

Then, he pushed me away with a look of disdain and rolled his wheelchair back inside.

From his awkward expression.

I knew he'd caved.