Lin Lihua gave her a sideways glance. Did Wan Jia think that her childhood life still made her feel sad? She had long forgotten about those incidences. Even if she was reminded of them once in a while, she didn't feel bad about it.
"It's time to sleep. My beauty has to be maintained by a good rest or else Henry may not want me anymore. Wait, that's wrong. Even if I became incredibly ugly with horendous looks, Henry would still think I'm the world's prettiest goddess."
Wan Jia was speechless. You didn't have to stuff me with your display off affection, did you?
...
The next morning, Lin Lihua had already left the bed when Wan Jia woke up.
