Deirdre walked over rigidly while Kyran raised his hand to wipe away the fine sweat on her face with a tissue.

“Don’t be scared. I won’t force you to do anything against your will. We won't reconstruct your face if you don’t want to reconstruct it. It’s fine.”

Deirdre felt a surge of warmth from the prolonged coldness she experienced and said softly, “Thank you.”

She looked as distracted as before as Kyran held her icy cold fingers and tried to warm her up to the best of his abilities.

“You have an inner demon, right?”

Deirdre appeared to be overwhelmed with emotions.

Kyran asked, “Can you tell me why you don’t want to reconstruct your face? What did the face do to you in the past?”

Deirdre clenched her fists tightly and also held Kyran’s fingers tighter. After slightly relaxing, she did not answer his question but asked, “Kyran, why do you want to reconstruct my face out of nowhere?”

She felt her heart wrench in pain, yet she forced a smile. “You find my face very terrifying a