Yun Chi looked at Hua Yan and clearly saw her eyes turning red, as if she were about to cry at any moment. He quickly crouched down, took her hand, and coaxed her in a gentle, soft voice, "Is it because the poem I wrote for your makeup rush isn't good? Did it make you cry? Shall I redo it?"
Sniffling, Hua Yan tried her best not to let the tears fall. She pulled her hand away and lightly punched him. "Who dares to say the poem you wrote isn't good? I'll be the first to have it out with them. I'm not crying; I'm full of joy in my heart."
Yun Chi chuckled softly, took her hand again, and said warmly with a smile, "Is that so? You think the poem I wrote is good?"
Hua Yan nodded, "Mhm, I love listening to it."
Yun Chi's smile spread, "Then will you go home with me? If you want to hear, I will write you ten poems every day."
Hua Yan laughed through her tears, her eyes scolding him. Forcing a stern face, she said, "Do you want to get married every single day?"