Having a single word in dialogue might not convey much.
So, let's put it this way.
After a round trip on the metro, lost time, and a shift in scene, Jiang Chen and Fang Qing are already seated in a hotpot restaurant in Qingfeng.
Late autumn, early winter.
This season is quite fitting for hotpot, and quite pleasant as well.
"How old are you, still crying like that."
What's the matter?
Where did your emotional intelligence go?
Amidst the steaming hotpot, Fang Qing's face looked very clean.
That's right.
Clean.
No signs of crying at all.
How does Xu Shangao's "Natural Face" go?
Rainy day, still strolling, secretly laughing at others with washed-out makeup～
If she cried, the makeup wouldn't last.
Alright then.
