Nian Shutong looked speechlessly at the foolish Fu Yunhe, feeling no emotion now because her head was brighter than a light bulb.
"Silly or not, it's a wig."
Nian Shutong took back the hair from Fu Yunhe's hand, thinking he had pulled it off himself, fixed it and put it back on.
"This... Ha ha ha, I didn't mean it."
Nian Shutong gave Fu Yunhe a push, and he didn't dare to push back, so he sat on the side and secretly watched Nian Shutong.
"What are you looking at?"
"Looking at my madam, beautiful, always beautiful."
"Pfft——" burst out Nian Shutong with a laugh, tapping Fu Yunhe said, "Don't put on such a pitiful yet lecherous face, I know I'm good looking."
"I don't really care if I'm bald, just don't want people asking about the story behind it."
Fu Yunhe was intrigued. There's a story?
"Can't you grow it back yourself? You managed to heal my face."
Nian Shutong shook her head and said, "You don't understand. This isn't an illness, the roots are all gone."
"Huh?"
