Chapter 200


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    In these seven years, Erin didn’t ck off. She had now be a famous onlineic artist. The


    comic she drew was still ongoing and hadn’te to a conclusion yet.


    Three years ago, she even managed to write two movie scripts, both of which were bought by film and


    mediapanies.


    Due to the need to keep her identity a secret. Roman had been representing her in signing contracts


    with filmpanies andic. websites. He would receive the remuneration for her work on her


    behalf and then transfer it to her.


    Although Holly and Simon got engaged back then, they agreed to part ways on peaceful terms the


    night before their scheduled wedding registration. Holly still couldn’t cure Simon’s peculiar condition,


    which made her feel disappointed and defeated. Moreover, Simon also confessed to Holly that he’d


    never loved her. He said that breaking up was the best choice for both of them. Simon exined that a


    marriage without love would only result in mutual loneliness for both parties in the loveless union.


    After the breakup, Holly invested all her energy and time into entrepreneurship, starting a fashion


    magazine. On the other hand, Simon worked incessantly by epting one case after another,


    bing a total workaholic.


    As for Chandler, he immigrated to Shornd with Asa four years ago. Erin received the news about


    them through Roman all the while. Chandler and Asa were doing well. However, two years ago,


    Chandler remarried.


    The person he married was his good friend, na. Chandler entered into this marriage only for the


    sake of his son Asa and also for na. As Asa grew up, he became very dependent on na, who


    treated him like her own son. One day, Asa told Chandler that he wanted na


    to be his mother.


    On top of that, na’s dire situation back then also worried Chandler. The man she loved, Saber, had


    died in an ident. Saber sacrificed himself three years ago to save three drowning teenagers.


    Saber’s death impacted na greatly; she was unable toe to terms with the death of her most


    beloved. Over time, she developed depression. She’d told Chandler that she wanted to end her own


    life and be with Saber at several different time periods. Chandler became extremely worried about her


    mental state.


    When he saw how sunny and happy na was when she was with Asa, coupled with Asa’s wish to


    have a mother, Chandler worked up the courage to talk to na about what he had in mind. His


    purpose was simple–to make Asa happy and to take better care of na.


    And so, this marriage, devoid of love but held together by a deep bond of friendship, was sessfully


    solemnized. When Erin learned about this, she didn’t speak for a whole week. She didn’t cry either.


    She just quietly stayed in the hospital room.


    At that time, Paulo thought she might once again be unable to cope. But unexpectedly, one weekter,


    Erin returned to normal as if


    nothing had happened.


    Seven years may seem neither long nor short, but time gradually passed amidst everyone living out


    their lives.


    Today, Erin was about to leave the Garden of Eden. She was packing her luggage, intending to visit her


    mother, Cherry. After she left, she


    would note back to the Garden of Eden anymore.


    She was genuinely tired of this ce, even to the point of hating it. Except for Roman, she was cut off


    from all contact with her family and friends. This seclusion wasn’t by her choice; it was a helpless


    situation that she had to put up with.


    While she was here, it seemed like she had the freedom to contact anyone she wanted. However, the


    fact that she was disfigured and horrifically scarred prevented her from taking that step no matter what.


    The countless times she had to hold herself back resulted in a


    mental pain that only she herself knew.


    If any of her friends and family who loved her dearly had to witness the long and arduous process of


    her rehabilitation, it would no doubt be a form of torment to them too. This kind of mental torment


    wouldn’t kill a person, but it was enough to constantly challenge and slowly undo one’s sanity.


    Erin chose to bear this burden alone. She wasn’t being noble by doing that; she just felt that it was for


    the best for everyone. No matter if it was right or wrong, seven years had passed, and she was no


    longer the person she used to be.


    All the ups and downs she’d experienced in the Garden of Eden made her feel like she’d lived an entire


    lifetime there–a life of solitude, strength, and independence.


    Erin ced the whiteptop that Paulo had given her, as well as the drawing tablet that was given to


    her by Roman, into herptop bag. These two items held significant meaning to her.


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    indefinitely. Even if they broke down one day and could no longer be used, she wouldn’t throw them


    away.


    Right then, Paulo entered her room and walked up to her at a leisurely pace. He held a trendy and new


    white smartphone in his hand.


    “Erin, use this phone for now. You haven’t used a phone in seven years. Will you be able to get used to


    using one?” Paulo sat down across


    from her.


    Erin looked up at him, her gaze serene and calm. “A phone is just a tool. We only need it when we


    want to contact somebody; otherwise. it’s just a decorative piece.”


    Paulo’s white hair shone with a healthy luster, and his aesthetically pleasing and kind of feminine


    appearance became even more captivating over the past seven years. He resembled a male lox spirit,


    capable of seducing women with just a nce. However, Erin had long grown ustomed to his


    beauty and had even grown tired of it. Her familiarity with him surpassed that of any other man, except


    for


    Roman.


    Time was like a carving knife. It could carve certain rtionships into a splendid work of art that was


    more profound and deep, or chisel away at some others to make them into pieces so blurry that one


    couldn’t tell heads or tails of them.


    When everyone else had be a distant memory, Roman and Paulo became her closest friends.


    They were as indispensable to her as if they were her own hands.


    Erin took the phone from Paulo’s hand without much thought and casually ced it into a vibrant red


    Hermès bag.


    After putting the phone in the bag, she nced at it and smiled. “Paulo, do you men think that women


    only like red? This is my first time using a red bag. It’s really conspicuous-”


    “Don’t me me for that, Erin. It was you who said to get you whatever I saw fit. Don’t women love


    wearing red lipstick and nail polish? Going by that logic, shouldn’t you also like red bags?”


    Paulo felt a bit wronged. Erin herself said to get her any bag, and frankly, he’d spent a long time


    choosing one for her. He almost wanted to buy all the bags in the store. His secretary, Jenny, reminded


    him that doing that might startle Erin, so he refrained from doing so. Otherwise, he would have gone


    ahead and just bought every bag the store offered.


    Erin listened to Paulo’s exnation, pursed her lips, and didn’tment. She was used to it by now.


    Paulo, who had never been in a rtionship and didn’t understand a woman’s needs and preferences,


    was the epitome of a clueless straight man.


    Paulo looked at the special mask on Erin’s face and said, “Have you gotten used to wearing the mask?


    You could have taken it off a month ago. Yet, you insist on wearing it. I’ve told you many times that your


    final surgery was incredibly sessful so you don’t need to rely on


    the mask anymore.”


    Hearing his words, Erin slowly closed her suitcase. She sat in silence for a while, and Paulo sat beside


    her, not saying a word as he quietly


    kept herpany.


    Ten minutester, a hint of uncertainty shed in Erin’s eyes. She sighed with resignation. “Actually, I’m


    afraid to look at my own face. Even though you keep telling me how perfect my face is, it’s still not my


    old face. What if What if I can’t adapt to how I look now?”


    Paulo interlocked his fingers and rested his hands on his knees. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze


    focused and serious as he looked at her. “Erin, you’ve endured a total of twenty stic surgeries, and


    now you’re telling me that you can’t adapt to a face that I’ve crafted to perfection. What on earth can I


    say to that?”


    Erin ced one hand on top of his naturally, smiling innocently. “Alright, I promise you I’ll try my best to


    adapt to this face and not let your hard work go to waste. I’ll do my best to love how I look now.”


    A trace of joy flickered in Paulo’s beautiful eyes. He enveloped Erin’s small hand in his and smiled


    contentedly. “That’s my girl! Do you


    want me to take off your mask?”


    Erin nced at him and said, “Sure, I think you deserve this moment more than anyone else.”


    Paulo looked at her indulgently and let go of her hand. He immediately stood up, preparing to remove


    the mask from her face.


    With a slightly nervous expression, Erin closed her eyes and sat still, Paulo reached out his hands


    towards her face..


    Ten secondster, the technologically advanced restoration mask on Erin’s face was removed, and


    Paulo ced it on a nearby table.


    He crossed his arms and stared at her with a look of awe, smiling with pride. “I’ve said it once and I’ll


    say it again–your face is the most