He Yingdong squatted in front of her, reached out to wipe her tears, "I promise, it'll be better in a while. It won't be ugly forever, be good, okay, Qiqi? Be a little obedient! We'll change after the surgery, okay?"
Seeing her cry like this, his heart ached sharply.
He knew she was afraid of pain, afraid of injections, but these couldn't be avoided.
He was somewhat at a loss.
He once doubted if he had made the wrong decision.
Li Jiaqi held her face in her hands, sobbing softly, "I don't want these ugly clothes, there's no way to change, it's useless, He Yingdong, you don't understand anything, I hate you!"
He cradled her in his arms, soothing her in a low voice.
At this moment, Yan Xiruo lay on the stretcher, being pushed into the operating room.
She watched Li Jiaqi's crying outburst, while He Yingdong patiently comforted her by the side, feeling slightly embarrassed.
"Yingdong, Miss Li, thank you so much!"
Li Jiaqi glanced at Yan Xiruo... and said no more.
