Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

"There's no need for such formalities between us," Wu Li gently stroked her long hair, casually tucking a few stray strands behind her ear. "Be good, don't move around."

Feeling his fingernails lightly brush against her scalp, Chai Xiaomi felt a subtle shiver run down her spine.

Her intuition told her: It's all over.

Just then, Jiang Zhiyu suddenly appeared, saying he had something to discuss with Song Yueyao, and called her out of the room.

The door closed gently, and the room fell silent.

As soon as Song Yueyao left, the mask of innocence and gentleness on Wu Li's face immediately fell away.

"What are you going to do!?"

Seeing that the peach wood comb in his hand had been replaced by a pair of silver scissors, Chai Xiaomi exclaimed in surprise.

"I told you not to move around." Wu Li leaned down and whispered in her ear, his tone casual, a nonchalant smile flashing in his eyes. "Scissors don't have eyes. If they accidentally cut your scalp, neck, or ear... I won't be responsible."

His tone was flat, yet every word carried a warning.

After saying that, he specially took the bronze mirror from the washstand and placed it neatly on the table.

He stood lazily behind Chai Xiaomi, admiring her angry yet speechless expression through the bronze mirror.

Chai Xiaomi knew that she couldn't escape anyway; Wu Li had plenty of ways to make her mute and control her movements.

She stared at the boy in the mirror, her eyes red with anger, and threatened, word by word, "If you dare touch a single hair on my head, I'll never forgive you!"

"They're just a few troublesome things, what's so precious about them?" Seeing her exasperated look, Wu Li's smile deepened. He narrowed his eyes and gently twirled the scissors between his fingers. "They need to be maintained every day, tsk, how troublesome."

"Why don't I take care of them for you?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already picked up a strand of her long hair, and the silver scissors fell cleanly and decisively.

Chai Xiaomi's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly closed her eyes.

A soft "click" sounded.

She didn't know how much was cut off, or which part was cut off; she only felt a pang in her heart, as if something precious was shattering with that sound.

But she dared not move, in case what he said was true, the scissors were off by an inch and cut her scalp, earlobe, or neck.

He's really capable of doing it.

Wu Li's hands were still fiddling with her hair, and it was unclear what he was up to.

Chai Xiaomi could only squeeze out the words through gritted teeth, her eyes tightly shut: "Wu Li, from this day forward, I will never let you go!"

"Do you know how rare it is for young people today to have a thick, bushy head of long hair?!"

Thinking back to when I was preparing for the college entrance exam, I stayed up all night doing practice questions and lost countless hairs. Now, all that's left are the "survivors".

He was her comrade-in-arms who had shared the flames of war with her.

Chai Xiaomi mourned for them.

Thinking back to the days of taking the college entrance exam, I can't help but think of my former classmates, friends, and family members who are now in another world.

As she was thinking, without any warning, she suddenly started to tremble and cry.

Tears streamed down her face, her eyelids trembled slightly, and the corners of her eyes and the tip of her nose were red.

Her long eyelashes trembled as delicately as cicada wings. With her eyes closed, tears could only seep slowly from her eyelashes, glistening and about to fall, making her look even more pitiful.

The boy's slender fingers paused slightly.

He quickly tied a knot in her hair with the hairband, then picked up the scissors and neatly cut off the excess end of the hairband.

Perhaps in his haste, the scissors accidentally cut his fingertip, and blood suddenly seeped out. He seemed oblivious, simply curling his fingers up and clenching them quietly.

"Why are you crying?" His voice was a little softer. "Open your eyes."

Chai Xiaomi ignored him, only raising her hand to cover her eyes and sobbing softly.

Unlike before, when she would cry without hiding it, today she seemed to be trying her best to hold back.

She pressed her fingers tightly against her eyelids, as if she didn't want anyone to see even a single tear.

Wu Li suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

He found her angry and sulky demeanor, which had initially amused him, quite amusing.

At this moment, however, it seems... not so interesting anymore.

Is it boring?

If it's boring, one should remain indifferent.

But even after taking a deep breath, he couldn't shake off the stuffy feeling in his lungs.

"If you don't open your eyes, I'll really cut them off." He grabbed her wrists and pulled them to the side, holding her two slender wrists in his hand, restraining them so she would have no chance to cover her eyes.

Ok?

What does that mean?

Chai Xiaomi paused for a moment, then slowly lifted her eyelids.

The pressure on his wrist loosened.

The boy leaned against the table and wiped away a thin layer of dust from the bronze mirror with the back of his hand.

Then place the mirror squarely in front of her.

The girl reflected in the mirror had fair, translucent skin, a delicate nose, small, pink lips, and a pointed chin. However, her eyes were slightly downturned at the corners, with long, curly eyelashes that seemed to be glistening with moisture, making her look fragile and innocent.

Half of her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders like an ink waterfall, while the upper half was loosely tied into a flowing cloud bun, secured with a hairband, perfectly combed with not a single stray hair in sight.

It was completely different from the wig she wore when she took photos before.

Her hair was naturally styled and flowed smoothly, making her look elegant and charming.

Chai Xiaomi blinked, almost unable to believe that the person in the mirror was herself.

Who understands?

High crown, head covering the face, a perfect sense of atmosphere.

Her whole face seemed to have shrunk a size.

The tears stopped, and suddenly I wasn't sad anymore.

She just sighed softly, regretting that she didn't have a phone, otherwise she really wanted to take a few selfies to remember the occasion.

I never imagined Tony Wu was so skillful; no wonder the fine braids he braided and the silver jewelry he wore were so exquisite.

Looking at his radiant appearance now, it's really hard to associate him with that disheveled, filthy little boy.

Although he stopped crying, what did that sigh mean?

"Don't you like it?" Wu Li glanced at the jade hairpins on the table. They were all the simplest and most plain styles, probably gifts from Song Yueyao. They might suit Song Yueyao's neat hairstyle, but they didn't match Chai Xiaomi's current flowing cloud hairstyle at all.

Chai Xiaomi was a little awkward, but she couldn't resist how beautiful it was, so she could only mumble a reply: "I like it."

The voice was so soft it sounded like it was being held in the mouth, with barely any movement of the lips, as if intentionally trying to make it difficult for anyone to hear.

Wu Li frowned slightly, staring at her simple hair bun for a moment.

Then, he raised his hand and gently removed the silver fish pendant from his left earlobe.

Chai Xiaomi opened her eyes wide with curiosity.

Wu Li picked up the simplest jade hairpin on the table, and a small flame suddenly shot out from his fingertips. He heated the ear hook until it was slightly melted, and finally carefully fixed the fan-shaped earring, which was engraved with an exquisite silver fish, to the end of the hairpin.

His expression was focused when he lowered his eyes, and his fingertips moved lightly and steadily.

An indescribable seriousness.

In a daze, Chai Xiaomi seemed to see the profile of that person who was concentrating on drawing on the wooden sign.

A string of delicate tassels hangs from the silver sheet, swaying gently with the movement, rippling with tiny points of light.

An ordinary hairpin was thus transformed into a hair ornament.