Perhaps it was because of being snapped at, Lin Jiaojiao's nose couldn't help but feel sour. She had just wiped away her tears, only to be immediately greeted by a continuous stream of round, rolling teardrops.
Each one, like a lustrous pearl, fell onto his fingertips.
Her big, round apricot eyes filled with tears like a rain-kissed pear blossom, and the delicate tip of her nose was tinged with a mesmerizing rosy hue.
Just like the first time he "bullying" her on their wedding night.
One could hardly resist the urge to take her in their arms and pamper her.
His Jiaojiao couldn't handle being scolded. When scolded, she would feel wronged and cry.
She might even be so upset that she couldn't sleep until well into the night.
"Good girl, don't cry." He had no choice but to soften his tone and console her. Sometimes he thought his Jiaojiao had changed, but now it seemed that she hadn't changed at all.
Even if she tried to hide it, her true self always inadvertently showed through.
