When Chuyun was young, she had the quintessential sweet looks. Even as she aged, her appearance was still very likable.
She had mastered the art of crying just enough, and paired with her appealing face, it didn't annoy anyone—instead, it evoked a sense of unconditional sympathy, almost like she had a magic power.
[Goddess Chu Yun, stop crying already. When she cries, it genuinely feels like you'd give her your life.]
[Sang Ning kind of crossed the line this time. Chuyun has always been gentle and soft-spoken. Seeing her daughter hurt would obviously upset her, but Sang Ning didn't need to be so sarcastic about it.]
[Guys, chill out. Nobody's saying mothers can't care about their daughters, but seriously, making such a fuss over a tiny pinprick—acting like it's a terminal illness—does that really make sense? Even Granny Huang is about to get PTSD.]
"Sister Yun, please don't cry!" Sang Ning raised her hand, trying to wipe away Chuyun's tears.
