The source of the truth was a year and a half ago.

Britain is covered with snow. The villa is located in the snow. The ancient castle and gorgeous Euclidean decoration style look like a castle in a fairy tale. This was carefully prepared by him to give her a surprise, but before the surprise came, she had fallen into the abyss of pain. Despite the opposition of his brother and father, he insisted on using extreme hand methods to find the girl and promise her

Early in the morning, before dawn, he had left the castle and drove to a cold and silent private clinic like ashes. Although private clinics are small, the attending doctors here are the best surgeons in Britain, especially dermatologists. Many people are shut out by his expensive price, so his clinic is very small and only opens the door for those who can afford it.

At the door of the clinic, the man with white shirt, black suit and sunglasses came out of the car. Although he could not see his face, it could be seen from the vaguely clear irrelevant that the man was also handsome. Although he was handsome, he had no expression at all, and even his friends didn't follow. He didn't tell anyone when and where he operated, because he was afraid that his operation would be forcibly interrupted by them, so he chose to face it alone.

The entourage went to communicate with the doctor. It was the operation that had been arranged yesterday. The white shirt man was alone without saying a word. He walked to the second floor, where the operation was about to be performed. His straight body looked into the distance. Facing the window, he didn't say a word. He couldn't see his face clearly. He could only hear heavy breathing from time to time. From behind, he couldn't see his face, but the smoke was swirling. This was his first time smoking in so many years. He didn't know whether he was right or not, but as he said to his father, he only wanted to be willful this time in his life.

A light call: "young master, the operation can begin."

The man lay quietly on the car in the operating room, clenching his fists. He is nervous and excited.

I don't know if it's right or what it will be like in the end. What's more, I don't know if I can be myself again

However, he made the worst plan and recovered his appearance again in two years, because the doctor promised that he could definitely recover his appearance in two years. He pretended that he was only sleeping and had a long dream in the past two years, maybe a spring dream.

What is love?

Fulfill an unfinished promise? A redemption? Or for her, disappear into the world

Anesthesia gradually produced an effect. He seemed to hear a girl's voice: "brother ye..."

The dizzy operating light seemed to make him hallucinate. He saw the beach. Yes, it's the beach. By the sea, two children are piling sand. They are making a castle.

"Sakura, when you grow up, I'll give you a real castle, and then you will live in the castle with me and never separate, okay?" the boy's flickering big eyes are really sincere. He likes to play with Sakura, like her clean and pure smile, like everything she does, and always think of Sakura when sleeping, so that he can fall asleep sweetly.

The girl tooted her mouth, raised her head, looked at the boy and dragged her cheeks. She thought for a moment and said to the boy, "brother ye, don't all the princes and princesses live in the castle in the fairy tale?"

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