"How are you?" Yu Qiao eventually asked carefully after a while. "Just cry some more if you want to..."
Mo Lihua shook her head that was still buried in his chest. "I feel much better," she uttered softly but did not move away from him. "Brother Qiao, do I really look so ugly? Tell me the truth..."
Yu Qiao cleared his throat before answering, "Ugliness is based on the eye of the beholder..."
"Then tell me, do you personally see me as ugly?" Mo Lihua asked, not lifting her head to look at Yu Qiao.
The car seat was pushed back by Yu Qiao so it can accommodate them both. If someone were to see them right now, they will definitely think that they are doing something naughty. Sadly that is not the case as Yu Qiao is just being sympathetic to her.
