Tong Ran bit into the back of her hand, a circle of red teeth marks appearing, her shoulders trembling along with her sobs, Mo Nanjue, will you come?
I said I would wait for you forever... but I can't wait any longer, what should I do?
"Oh dear, Hall Master, you mustn't cry, your makeup will get ruined," several maids were startled, exchanged glances, and quickly came over with tissues to wipe her tears, "Hall Master, it's almost time, you mustn't cry anymore."
Tong Ran choked back a sob, she didn't want to cry either, but how could she stop?
She covered her mouth with her hand, suddenly bending over, and started to retch violently.
The maids quickly brought a cup of milk over.
After a while of torment, the vomiting finally stopped, Tong Ran wiped her mouth, sat up straight again, and the maids began to retouch her makeup.
This time she forced herself not to cry again, otherwise she didn't know how many times her face would need to be redone.
