In the blink of an eye, the day had arrived for Han Yingying to leave the country.
Feeling afraid she'd look ugly crying and make others sentimental too, Han Yingying firmly refused anyone's offer to see her off.
Yet, standing in the airport and looking at the bustling crowd of strangers, her eyes still grew sour.
She sniffled hard, trying her best not to cry.
"Han Yingying, why didn't anyone come to send you off?" Everyone else was saying goodbye amidst laughter and tears with their families and friends, but Han Yingying was all alone, making the professor pity her a bit.
"I asked them not to come. It's only going abroad; sobbing and wailing doesn't look good."
The professor looked at the biggest crybaby with amusement, "How come when you used tears to deal with people before, you never thought sobbing and wailing looked bad?"
Han Yingying pouted, "Professor, I'm already very upset, and now you're teasing me."
