Her tears soaked his lapel. He stroked her head, a gentle smile appearing on his lips, "Alright, don't cry anymore. Crying so much you're not beautiful at all, and soon your eyes will be ugly."
Dong Huiying: "..." She sniffled, then angrily punched him, "You bastard!"
"Fine, I'm a bastard. The bastard is me, I am the bastard. I know Huiying loves me the most, likes me the most. I'm the apple of Huiying's eye, Huiying's treasure, so let's not cry anymore, okay? If you cry again, I won't be able to help myself either."
He teased her in a light-hearted tone, "Look at me, I'm so tall. Our family was so poor before, and I never cried, even when life was tough, I never cried, even when sick for so long, I never cried. Can you bear to tease me into crying at a time like this? Obviously, life has already gotten better, and my health has improved, so what is there to be dissatisfied about? We should be smiling, right? We should be smiling."
