"Ethan Ainsley, happy birthday."

He knew she was watching him, his lips still wearing a smile, "My little princess was born noble, how could she treat herself unfairly?"

These words provoked Lola inside.

But it wasn't right to confront him directly.

So she just retorted: "What if I were blind? Would you still want me?"

Ethan knew she was asking this on purpose, so he said: "No."

Lola suddenly left his embrace, stood up, and her voice broke as soon as she spoke: "You're deliberately upsetting me, you're doing it on purpose. I came all this way to find you, Ethan, and you can't even say something nice to me."

Ethan just smiled, quite helpless. "You knew I would."

"Then you should say that! You say 'no' and I get angry."

Her voice choked up even more, looking as if she was about to burst into tears at any moment.

Ethan had no choice but to go along with her: "I would."

"Would what?" She pushed him to clarify.

Ethan smiled: "I would want you, whether you're blind, or ugly, or old, I want you, only you."