The hospital lobby bustled with people, and the air was tinged with a faint smell of disinfectant.
Nian Yuyu's eyes were red-rimmed, and even the tips of her ears faintly blushed with embarrassment mixed with a hint of annoyance.
She had spent a whole three hours watching makeup tutorials today before choosing this look.
She had her little secret reasons, too, because the name of the makeup look contained the words "first love."
But now, all the romantic and ambiguous intentions had come to an abrupt end with Chu You's earlier question.
"I'm sorry," Chu You stepped back, maintaining a distance that wasn't too intimate with Nian Yuyu, and apologized sincerely, "It looks... quite nice, actually."
His chiseled face was all seriousness.
Facing him, Nian Yuyu couldn't muster any anger.
But she felt less restrained and loosened up a bit.
"Dr. Chu, you don't have to lie to be polite."
Chu You: "..."