He got out of the car and gently picked up Zhong Lingling, thinking it might be good for her to sleep and avoid waking up to more sorrow.
He carefully carried Zhong Lingling out of the car, back to the bedroom, intending to lay her on the bed. Unexpectedly, Zhong Lingling opened her eyes at that moment.
She looked at him, and her eyes suddenly reddened.
"Awake?" Xiang Yimo's voice was gentle.
After Zhong Lingling got down from Xiang Yimo's arms, she ran into the bathroom.
It wasn't until an hour later that she came out of the bathroom.
Her eyes were swollen from crying.
Probably staring at the mirror for an hour, feeling more and more upset.
In such situations, no comfort could help.
Xiang Yimo was smoking gloomily alone on the balcony, resenting himself for not being omnipotent, for not being able to heal Zhong Lingling's face.
He feared Zhong Lingling staying like this forever, which would mean she would never be happy in her life.
