Waking up the next morning, Tang Nian's eyes were swollen like walnuts, both puffy and sore.
Standing in front of the mirror, looking at herself like this, Tang Nian felt increasingly uncomfortable, her heart still aching.
"Why are your eyes so swollen? I'll have someone get some ice to apply." Tang Mubai didn't know when he approached, seeing her like this, his heart ached terribly.
"You don't need to take care of it." She didn't even look at him, didn't even wash her face, just bypassed him and walked out of the bathroom.
After a night, Tang Mubai's anger had subsided a lot, and his patience had increased significantly, "Baby, are you still mad? Can you just listen to what I have to say?"
Tang Nian returned to bed, lying down with her back to him, not speaking, clearly indicating she didn't want to deal with him.
Tang Mubai sat by the bed, his palm just resting on her waist when she moved to the other side.
