After a long time, when the intense emotions had finally subsided, she wiped away her tears but refused to lift her head to look at Lu Jihan.
"Do you have a tissue? Lend it to me." She pouted and reached out in front of him.
Lu Jihan didn't say anything, gently pinched her chin with one hand, and lifted her face slightly.
Song Yinyin frowned and turned her face away.
"Don't look at me, I look terrible!"
Having just cried without any concern for her appearance, her makeup was probably ruined, and she didn't want her beloved man to see her like this.
Lu Jihan, however, smiled and said, "Still afraid of me seeing your ugly side? Haven't I seen you in every state?"
She replied in annoyance, "Oh, go away!"
Lu Jihan smiled, cupping her cheeks, and said, "I'm your husband. If you have anything bothering you, you can always tell me. Isn't that what a husband is supposed to do at a time like this?"
He pulled a tissue from his pocket and wiped her face clean.
