"Look at me."
"No."
Zhou Liao pointed his phone at her, and Lai Zhiyun covered her face with her hands, "I must look awful right now."
"You're not ugly, just a bit red around the eyes."
Zhou Liao stood barefoot on the carpet.
Once he was sure Zhiyun was okay, he relaxed, and the first thing he thought of was to grab his phone to take a picture of Zhiyun.
The way she cried so freely was indeed rare.
"Really? My eyes don't look swollen?"
She had even cried out her snot, it wasn't just her eyes that were probably swollen, but her nose must be red too.
Lai Zhiyun asked Zhou Liao with mixed feelings of doubt and belief.
"Not swollen."
Upon hearing this, Lai Zhiyun lowered her hand from her face, and Zhou Liao quickly snapped two photos.
Her eyes slightly swollen, her nose a bit red, and tear stains on her pale cheeks—it was a pitiable sight that made Zhou Liao feel a bit heartbroken.
