Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

The hottest searches were very lively on Weibo the next day.

And the headline at the top of the list made everyone curious.

#IsThisAFairyFromACartoon?

The account which made this post also attached a 3×3 photo grid.

The first eight pictures were all of the same girl walking, looking around, and standing in a daze.

Her long hair was wavy and hung loosely over her shoulder. Under the light, her face was exquisite and beautiful. The glitter on her eyes suited her surroundings. In the photographer’s lens, even the finest strand of hair could be seen clearly.

She was wearing a short furry white coat with a long lolita skirt, white stockings, and small leather shoes.

Her legs were straight and slender. Although she was quite petite, she was perfectly proportioned.

In the last picture, the girl was crouched down in the snow with her head raised. Her curled eyelashes were clear and her eyes sparkled like stars. There was also a man with his back turned to the camera, holding a humble bouquet of roses toward the girl.

All around them were colorful Christmas lights, the stores nearby cast a warm glow on the streets, and snow drifted in the wind. It was inexplicably beautiful and dreamy.

These photos were circulated like crazy and used as wallpapers.

“Oh my God! Who is this angel?”

“Fairy, you have suffered!”

“I feel like screaming!”

“Is this a new model? I’ve never see her before. With her looks, it would be a shame if she’s not a celebrity.”

“Puhlease, not everyone wants to be a celebrity.” ]

“OP, did you get permission to take these photo? I saw this girl in the pedestrian shopping district, she’s just as beautiful and cute in real life! She seemed quite shy and lovable. Oh, and her brother was really handsome and protective. They seemed quite well-off. If you didn’t get permission, I suggest you delete this as soon as possible!”

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Early in the morning, Song Yaoyao was awoken by Tang Xinrou.

“Precious! Precious! Hurry and take a look at Weibo! You’re famous! Oh, what happened? What did you and Mr. Huo do last night? What’s with the roses? Did you progress…?”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

Song Yaoyao rubbed her eyes and popped out her head from under the quilts.

She yawned and slowly logged onto Weibo.

The high-resolution photos immediately appeared in front of her.

Song Yaoyao was surprised. It was her!

Tang Xinrou did not hear a response from her. “Hello? Precious, are you still there?”

“Yes.”

Song Yaoyao quickly replied as she zoomed into the photo. “These photos…”

“I’m guessing someone sneakily captured these. I don’t think you would have agreed to this. Also, Mr. Huo’s never had any photos posted online.”

Clearly, he didn’t agree to this either.

“The photos are quite nice.”

Song Yaoyao held onto the phone. She bypassed her solo photos and saved the one with Huo Yunque. She then applied it as her wallpaper.

After that, she stared at her phone and laughed dopily.

When Tang Xinrou heard her response, she rolled her eyes. “No way! Yaoyao, what are you doing? You should contact the OP and tell him to delete the photos!”

“Then again, there’s no point deleting them now. They’ve already been shared over 100,000 times. Who knows how many people have already saved them,” she added.

Song Yaoyao didn’t care. But she still asked, “Do you have the contact details for this photographer? Help me find it. I have use for it.”