Send You all Stars in the Sky Chapter 18: Rebirth after Robbery

Grace felt so painful that he was suffocating.

In the vague consciousness, it seemed that someone was lying on her body, helping her to block the knives that stabbed her.

But she was in so much pain that she couldn't open her eyes.

It seems that she is really dying.

In a trance, her mind was like a movie, constantly popping up the decade when she met Carl.

He just gave her a little warmth in the darkness, and she loved him for ten years.

But Carl, these days are too hard.

If there is an afterlife, I don't want to love you any more.

I regret it, I really regret it...

"Grace... hold on a little longer... I'll take you to the hospital..."

"Grace, hold on..."

"Grace... if you can... hope you live well..."

It seems that someone has been calling her name in her ear, but her world has fallen into darkness.

She began to fall into the nightmare of endless lunch break again.

She dreamed of Caleb.

Caleb held her favorite ice cream and handed it to her, clumsily pleasing her. "Grace, eat ice cream, your favorite vanilla flavor..."

"Thank you, Brother Caleb." In the dream, she smiled sweetly.

But the next second, her neck was pinched.

Carl pressed her on the balcony and asked her over and over again why she wanted to kill Caleb and why she was so cruel.

She held the ice cream in her hand and wept bitterly.

You see, even in a dream, he can easily make her cry.

Grace also did not know how long she had slept. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying in a resplendent room.

She thought she had gone to heaven until she saw Mason, who pushed the door and came in with joy.

Mason took her hand tightly and said happily, "Grace, that's great. You are finally awake."

"Mason?" Grace shook his groggy head and wondered, "Did you save me?"

"Uh-huh." He paused and nodded gently.

She remembered that when she received a text message from Carl, she fled the marriage and ran to find him, but the person waiting there was not Carl, but Stella with a knife and a full face of malice.

Stella was frantically trying to kill her, but someone lay prone on her, helped her block the knife and saved her.

She thought the man would be Carl, but unexpectedly, it was Mason.

She smiled bitterly, looked up at Mason and whispered, "Mason, thank you. How long have I been in a coma?"

"A week."

It's been so long.

Grace smiled absent-minded and wanted to get up, but felt a cone of pain in his body.

"Don't move." Mason charged, "Your body is full of wounds. Although your life has been recovered, you have to recuperate well."

"Oh." She was dazed, reached out and touched her face, and found that her face was also wrapped in thick bandages. She was shocked and said, "My face..."

"During your coma, I hired a plastic surgeon to help you with skin grafting and plastic surgery. When the gauze is removed, your appearance will recover." He replied.

Her hand, which was hanging in mid-air, shook slightly, grabbed her lower lip and said with a wry smile, "Thank you, Mason."

After being called for so long, her appearance was finally restored.

But now, is it still useful for her to restore this face?

"Don't mention it. During this period of time, you should have a good rest here." Mason smiled, "Aaron's operation was also successful. You don't have to worry."

"Uh-huh." She nodded gently, her hanging heart finally let go.

It seems that it is right to say that if one does not die in a great disaster, one must be blessed.

But after a pause, she still looked up at Mason and frowned, "But Mason, why are you suddenly so kind to me?"

Hearing what he said, his long and narrow eyes narrowed into a good-looking radian, and he smiled and said, "You are my wife who has not passed the door. I am not good to you and who is good to you?"

"But I ran away at your wedding, don't you blame me?" Grace asked back.

"Well, I don't blame you." His voice, however, was rarely very gentle. "The last wedding was really a bit hasty. When you get well, let's slowly prepare for a new wedding."

Leaving this sentence behind, he turned and left.

Grace, who was reborn after the disaster, thus passed three months safely under the protection of Mason.

For the past three months, she has lived in this isolated villa. She has no cell phone or Internet access. She recuperates, basks in the sun, reads books, writes and draws every day. Her life is very peaceful.

In a twinkling of an eye, the injury on her body was almost as good as before, and the gauze on her face could be removed.

Grace stared at his wrapped face in the mirror and felt very uneasy.

Mason, however, walked behind her, gently untied the gauze and showed her face little by little.

Since she was a child, her facial features have grown very delicate, with a palm-sized oval face, clear and bright deer eyes, high nose bridge, purples and red lips. Removing the ferocious scar, her face is almost perfect to the extreme.

She stared at herself in the mirror and narrowed her eyes and smiled. At last, she restored her appearance. At last, she didn't have to be ugly any more.

"Grace, you look good." Mason, who is accustomed to beautiful women, could not help sighing after seeing her real face.

"Thank you." Grace laughed.

"Now that your injury is better and your appearance has recovered, do you want to do something?" Mason asked, "Although I can support you, I still hope you can find something to do and cheer up."

Hearing what he said, Grace smiled absent and whispered, "Mason, I want to be a wedding ring designer."

Her previous dream was to be a singer, but now she can no longer sing, so she can only try something else.

Three months ago, she had no intention of seeing the wedding ring in the magazine, so she was inspired and designed one herself.

Mason respected her decision very much. That night, she helped her contact the boss of a wedding ring company and asked her to take her design to Imperial City to meet and discuss it in detail.

Grace wore a leather skirt with buttocks, black suspenders and sexy makeup, which attracted many people's attention along the way.

But three months ago, she was still an ugly monster reviled by everyone.

Ha ha, quite sarcastic.

"Grace, is that you?" Just then, a familiar voice came behind Grace.

Grace was dazed and turned to see Nevaeh standing behind her with a full face of joy.

"Nevaeh." She paused and let out a gentle cry.

"Grace, it's really you, you are still alive!" Nevaeh hurriedly came up to her, "Great, you are not dead..."

Her eyes fell on Nevaeh's limping legs. "Nevaeh, your legs..."