She secretly ground her teeth. The act had to continue.
Blinking, she turned her head, her eyes already glistening with moisture. The stage lights reflected in them like a river of stars. "Brother Hao, feelings between a man and a woman aren't something anyone can control. It's a blessing to experience a passionate, whirlwind romance even once in your life."
"He sacrificed his life for the factory. I don't blame him, but... my heart has no room for anyone else now."
"So, Brother Hao, you can still make use of this persona of mine—the widow faithful to her deceased husband. Feel free to use it!"
Huo Tianhao stared at her for a long moment. "Your face is too small."
Xia Zhaoyun was stunned again. 'This guy's conversational leaps are huge.' Still, she dabbed at her tears with the corner of her shirt and said with a faint smile, "My face has always been small. A classic oval shape, you could say."
Huo Tianhao added, "I just meant you're incredibly thick-skinned."
