Xie Yunzhen locked himself in the room, staying with Mingzhu and the child for three whole days.
During this time, he carefully stitched up Mingzhu's wounds and cleaned the dirt from her body.
He clumsily applied makeup for her.
Xie Yunzhen had never done this before, and despite several attempts, he wasn't satisfied.
Knowing Mingzhu loved beauty, afraid to upset her, he would wipe it clean time and again, starting over from the beginning.
He didn't know how many times he tried, until finally creating a delicate peach blossom makeup.
After applying the makeup, he styled Mingzhu's hair.
Then, dressed her in the most radiant new clothes sewn for their wedding.
Throughout the process, Xie Yunzhen was frighteningly calm, as if Mingzhu was merely asleep.
Holding her in front of the bronze mirror, he gently asked: "How is it, do you like it?"
The person in his arms was silent, her head resting on his shoulder, inadvertently drooping powerlessly.
