Lost on Journey: A Brief Rest

Life's road was long as a beautiful dream. Let the wind and frost leave their marks upon my face!

It was a song full of evocative imagery, and it was all Qin Fen could think of now. Huang Lei's dazed expression, paired with his weather-beaten face, made for a picture almost too beautiful to bear. Big Chef couldn't watch.

Huang Lei was busy. As a consultant, he had a thousand things to handle when the exhibition began. The sanitary pad was thin and small, hardly something anyone would notice at a glance. Sweat and blood had come together in perfect harmony.

Huang Lei wiped his forehead gently, sweeping away the beads of sweat and leaving a beautiful rainbow behind.

A sanitary pad? You've got to be kidding me. How could it be that? Huang Lei raised his hand and looked. Well, it really was a sanitary pad. Whisper, no less!

He was terrified. Huang Lei's hand trembled a little. Thinking back on his actions, his expression, and his tone, he wanted to die on the spot. No wonder someone had asked how well it absorbed sweat. How could it not? That thing could handle a much heavier flow without a problem.

It was quiet all around. At that moment, Huang Lei was the brightest star, the focus of every eye, a trailblazer of a whole new kind. He couldn't go on like this. He had only just wet his pants, and now he'd been handed a miniature diaper. This was no way to mess with someone.

Heavens, you're too kind. So quick to help a man in need. Please don't trouble yourself next time.

Huang Lei was miserable. He had barely emerged from the shadow of wetting his pants when he reached another high point in his life.

He didn't