Seeing Liu Tinglan with red and swollen eyes, nearly heartbroken, Mo Yan was taken aback. She had thought her dear friend had suffered some great blow she was unaware of. After Father Liu and Mother Liu left, fretting, she couldn't wait to drag Liu Tinglan into her own room.
Before Mo Yan could even ask, Liu Tinglan took out a handkerchief and, while wiping away tears, complained pitifully, "Storybooks are indeed full of lies. Chilies don't work, and pickled chilies are even worse. Look, my eyes are nearly blinded by the burn. Luckily, I fooled my parents, otherwise, my suffering would have been for nothing."
After listening, Mo Yan was speechless. So the whole pitiful act was just a façade. With such acting skills, if she were in modern times, she could easily outshine those pretty-faced, talentless Little Flowers.
But really, you torment yourself like this and then blame it all on the chilies? Is that really okay?