At the Wu Mansion, Wu Xiaowen lay back on the sofa, a cold, wet white towel covering her forehead and eyes. As if remembering something, she raised a hand to her mouth and began to sob wretchedly.
Lin Aizhen walked over with a cup of hot water, handing it to her and trying to console her.
"Here, drink some hot water. Stop crying. You'll swell your eyes up like peaches and ruin your image. If you ask me, the fact that Qingyun was willing to take you to a fancy hotel means he wanted to sit down and have a proper talk. You should have been more understanding. How could you cry and make a scene in a place like that? Men have their pride. Acting like that will annoy anyone, you know?"
