"What happened?" Jiang Yuan took a handkerchief produced by the Textile Workshop from his storage bag and patiently handed it over, guiding, "Did you encounter some trouble?"
Jiu Mu hated crying the most; crying with nine eyes at once was simply a disaster.
Especially the two eyes in his palms, getting teary made it inconvenient to hold things, and the sticky wetness was hard to shake off.
He hadn't thought of a good excuse for strolling around with a piece of coarse linen garment. Seeing this, he was afraid the other would probe deeply, so he continued, "During dinner when having the extra dish, I noticed you seemed a bit down. Would it be convenient to tell me? Maybe I can help."
"It's, it's no use." The more Jiu Mu thought about it, the sadder she got, and with a loud cry, she sat on the ground, wailing without any care for her image.
