Seen this way, half her face was swollen like a pig's head—it was downright hideous!
"Ruoyun," Tong Yuanbin took a step forward and waved her over. When she was in front of him, he stuffed a bag of snacks into her hands.
He stared at the swollen half of her face. It lacked its usual cool elegance. He lowered his gaze, his eyes no longer holding their usual fiery passion. The words of concern he was so used to saying now sounded strangely hollow, even to himself.
After a few moments of patient preamble, he said with concern, "I heard about what happened with your family. I want to hear from you what really happened."
Xia Zhaoyun bit her lip and looked at him with a wronged expression, thrusting her face right up to his. "Yuanbin, I have nothing now. You're not going to abandon me too, are you?"
