Huo Ling placed a hand on his forehead as his face turned green when he remembered Liu Lingling's rejection to his confession.
"You haven't even seen my face. I might be ugly, and my face is wrinkled due to my old age. So, how can you like me?" Liu Lingling asked.
"Because of your eyes." Huo Ling answered.
"Then, what you like isn't me but my eyes." Liu Lingling chuckled.
Huo Ling blushed in both shame and anger. Liu Lingling made fun of his feelings and he didn't take his confession seriously so he packed up and left. If he knew that'd be the last time he'd see the man, he would've torn off the fabric covering Liu Lingling's face and kissed him.
