Feng Yi was a serious germaphobe freak, and he was surprised that he did not throw this crying woman out.
When other women cried, they would look pitiful and beautiful, but this one in his arms… There was no sense of beauty at all. In fact, it was much uglier. Her eyes were swollen like light bulbs, her fringe was wet and stuck to her face, and her nose was as red as a circus clown.
But did he despise her? He asked himself. He did not have an answer. He only hugged her tighter and reached out to push away the stray hair in front of her eyes. "Yu Fei, how long are you going to cry?"
After crying for so long, Yu Fei's voice had long become hoarse. She looked at him with her red and swollen eyes and said in a low and muffled voice, "Feng Yi, why do you care about how long I cry?"
