It was nine in the evening. Seulgi was standing in the veranda with a can of beer in her hands. Her mind was busy thinking about how people look at her. With she looks at her arms and saw the scars from her shoulder to her elbow, she then had her hand caresses the scar in her face down to her neck. 

People look down on her because of this and they probably laughing at Irene having a hideous husband. This scar is a reminder of how much she can do to keep her family safe. A reminder of how much she loves her wife. 

But these scars are also the reason why people laugh at her. 

A pair of hands s around Seulgi's waist. She knows who is it. It was her beloved wife.

"What's wrong love?" Irene ask.

Seulgi shakes her head. "Nothing baby."

"What were you thinking then?"

Seulgi turns around to face her wife. "What if I undergo plastic surgery."

"You want to have your face back to how it was before?" Irene's hand went to her wife's scar.

"Yes."

"Is that what you really want?" Irene ask. "Or is it because of what happened in the office earlier?"

Seulgi didn't answer.

"These scars, how did you get it again love?"

"You know how."

"Yes, I do know-how. But it seems you have forgotten." 

Seulgi looks at her wife. She was staring straight back in her eyes.

"Seul, why do you have to care about what people will say about your imperfections? Does it really matter what they say? They don't know the story behind this beautiful scars. And I bet if they do they well cry. They will because they will know how brave you are to risk your own life just to make sure we will have a safe life to live." Irene's eyes are full of love toward her wife. "Seulgi, what other people have to say about you, don't give a with it. What your family thinks about you is what really matters. The twins they love you, do they cry when they first saw you? They don't. They recognize you even your look now is far from what they