Her pride, which she derived from her appearance, crumbled in an instant. She always admired her reflection in the mirror with self-pity, but these past few days, Yicui had taken all her copper mirrors. However, Shen Hua would rather look at the small bumps in her shadow than let Cui Yun see them.
She should have appeared before him radiant and full of presence, with her little finger raised proudly. Not in such an ugly state.
Shen Hua snatched the hood and was about to cover herself. He stopped her.
"Stop it."
Cui Yun whispered, "What did Ni Kang say?"
"Is it an allergy?"
She trembled slightly, biting her lower lip tightly.
"What are you still looking at?"
After dropping these fierce words, there was an overwhelming and indescribable embarrassment. Then her eyes misted with tears, her voice quivering with sobs, the tears lingering without falling.
"Just now downstairs, so many eyes were watching, and you were like that. How am I supposed to face myself!"
