Ouyang Xiaoya went to the bathroom to fiddle with a towel, preparing to wipe away the tear stains from Queen Qi's face and the messed-up little flower face after her outfit was ruined.
Lin Hai naturally took on the task of comforting her.
"Weiwei, don't cry, you almost look like a little flower cat, you need to be good."
Queen Qi, listening to the comforting words of the man she liked, and with the heartbreak from being dismissed and investigated, felt the most vulnerable part of her heart constricting. Like an onion, it was peeled layer by layer, making everyone involved in the peeling shed tears.
"Alas, no matter how strong a person is, their soul always needs a place to belongs." Lin Hai sighed deeply in his heart.
