Zhou Luchen reached out, pinching her chin to turn her face towards him properly.
"Still acting up, are we?"
His grip was strong, causing Shen Jing pain. Her eyelids drooped as if wilted. "I'm not acting up," she said. "I'll listen to you. I didn't get a single drop of rain on me; I'm safe and sound."
Zhou Luchen looked at her. "Crying on the highway? Who were you trying to scare to death?"
Shen Jing paused, not understanding his words for a moment, and pointed to her own eyes.
"Swollen, aren't they?"
She naturally had slight bags under her eyes and thin eyelids. After crying, the swelling would be obvious, the rims of her eyes becoming even more delicately red and puffy.
A radiant, yet fragile appearance.
One would take the time to comfort even a cat, let alone such a beautiful person.