Ji Zhao thought for a moment and took out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to her.
"Your eyes are really beautiful. How can you bear to cry with such beautiful eyes?" Ji Zhao smiled and comforted her. "Hurry up and wipe your tears."
Zheng Rongrong clenched her skirt nervously. She looked at Ji Zhao's face and finally carefully reached out to take the handkerchief. She said softly, "Thank you."
"If you don't mind, can you tell me why you're crying?" Ji Zhao rubbed her little head and asked gently.
"Sister." Zheng Rongrong lowered her head in disappointment. "Actually, I'm not beautiful at all. They all call me ugly behind my back…"
"Why?" Ji Zhao took the opportunity to sit cross-legged beside her. She supported her chin with one hand, her eyes filled with confusion. "You're clearly very good-looking."
