Zhao Xi tugged at her clothes and looked at him as she cried. "I'm already so pitiful, yet you still dare to shout at me? Gu Beiye, you dare to shout at me?"
The place where her tears slid down was like a small ditch. She wiped her face and it became increasingly dirty to the point that it was inconceivable. However, Gu Beiye's heart hurt fiercely.
He gently wiped her tears, afraid that it would hurt her. He coaxed her with heartache. "I'm not yelling at you. I'm worried about you. Do you know if the wind will blow you away? Then I'm not going to be a widow? "
"You won't. You can look for Bai Ye. You can look for Duan Nanyan. You won't hurt yourself. "
He sighed and picked her up. "I won't look for them. They are not you. "
He carried her to the car to get some water for her to drink. After getting a wet tissue, he carefully wiped her face clean. His wife loved beautiful things the most.
"I must be so ugly now. "