"What's the matter?" Feng Qingxue looked at him in surprise, urging him, "Hurry up and prepare the meal. If you don't bring the steamed egg custard in soon, I'm going to feed Xibao."
Lu Jiang switched direction and walked up to her, reaching up to touch the corner of her eye, "Why are your eyes red? And so are the circles around them, there are even tear stains on your cheeks. Don't tell me you got sand in your eyes, you didn't go out, there's no chance for you to encounter sand. And it's freezing snow outside, no sand could have blown into your eyes."
Feng Qingxue was stunned, then laughed, "You have sharp eyes! I was just reading "Dream of the Red Chamber", and thinking about the tragic love story of Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu, I couldn't help but cry. You just happened to see."
"I don't believe it, you're definitely not telling the truth." Lu Jiang was not that easily fooled.
