"Why do you need a hat?"
Qiao An raised her hand, smoothed her hair, and stammered, "Well... wearing a hat would be a bit better."
"Listen, Qiao An."
Mu Jingxi lifted her chin with one hand, forcing her to look at him, "I don't know what you're insecure about, but let me tell you, you're beautiful, always have been. Even now, your beauty hasn't been affected by the illness one bit."
It was rare to hear Xigua praise her beauty, and she didn't expect it to be in such a situation.
It seemed like there was a lot of comforting involved.
Qiao An pouted, "Usually I never hear you call me beautiful. Now you're saying it, it's too late."
"Why is it too late?"
"Because... I'm not confident anymore." Qiao An let out a hum, buried her head in his arms, and groaned.
She was a bit on edge.
Mu Jingxi was both amused and helpless, "Stop screaming, if Little Nuomi comes, it'll be three of us."
