"He's perfectly fine now. It's you who should be concerned," Yun Qianling calmly adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone serene. "If you don't take care of your eyes, they'll be swollen by morning—no need to guess. You'll be auditioning tomorrow with eyes like walnuts; good luck with that."
"An audition?" Bai Nuanxi blinked in confusion, pointing to herself. Had she misheard? Why was she being told to audition?
"Muchen, explain it to her," Yun Qianling glanced at him but received no response. Huo Muchen, completely ignoring Yun, continued to gently smooth Bai Nuanxi's tousled hair.
Yun Qianling sighed inwardly. So this is how a man becomes utterly devoted to his wife.
