On the way home, Chi Zaozao kept asking Ye Que, "Hubby, does it look good?"
"Hubby, do you think it's beautiful?"
"Hubby, do I look even prettier with this flower on?"
"Ah, hubby, just say something. Don't you like me like this?"
Suddenly, Ye Que stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and gazed deeply at Chi Zaozao.
Chi Zaozao also looked at him, her clear and touching eyes twinkling, her lashes long and fine, her eyes large and round, so beautiful it didn't seem real.
Such a Chi Zaozao gave Ye Que an urge to hurry and take her home to hide her away.
Being too beautiful was not always a good thing.
But to keep her spirits high, he had no choice but to tell the truth, "Mmm, very beautiful. I like it a lot. Let's go!"
Chi Zaozao giggled and persisted with her questions, "Am I beautiful, or is the flower beautiful?"
"Both are beautiful."
"So, do you like Chi Zaozao with a flower, or Chi Zaozao without a flower?"
"I like both."
