“Come on, you must have found some flaws in my make-up, just tell me!”
I look up at him, not believing what he said.
How can it be so easy to recognize a person who tries to cheat people’s eyes?
How could it be that my make-up fooled so many people except him?
Could it be that my look on him was too affectionate? So he figured out because of my oddness?
Sometimes, eyes can’t tell a lie.
Perhaps my worried eyes betrayed myself.
He lowers his head and gaze at me with great affection.
“Stupid, you doubt me because you don’t know how important you are in my heart. Your look, the way you act has lingered in my dreams thousands of times. It’s not an exaggeration to say that I can tell you from others through a strand of hair.”
It’s too magical to believe.
But what can I say?
The affection in his eyes makes it hard for me not to believe him.
Though it’s too much, sweet words are always musical.
“All right, I just believe you for the moment, but I still get other things at you!” I snort at him but feel sweet in my heart.
I won’t doubt his love for me anymore.
Whatever happens, I will always believe his love.
“Well, I’m listening.”
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