Du Xixi's angry and displeased expression paused for a moment. She reached out to accept the care from her brother, and the discomfort caused by being surrounded by reporters finally dissipated somewhat.
The mask's color was very pink, which Chen Yin always thought Du Xixi would like—no matter how many times Du Xixi explained that she actually didn't care for pink, Chen Yin always thought so. The mask's material was very soft, but it was somewhat thick when worn. However, it didn't make Du Xixi feel suffocated; instead, it was very light and comfortable.
"Hmph, my brother treats me well," Du Xixi snorted playfully, lifting her head, finally showing signs of a better mood, just as Ke Lian walked in.
