The mottled hair had now completely turned into pure black, with a shimmering lustrous glow.
It shone with a luxurious elegance like black rose silk, distinct and jet-black, cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, as if crafted from black diamonds.
Yiyi had become accustomed to her own long black hair, but never before had it been as unsettling and striking as it was now. In fact, she had dyed it so often that she almost forgot her original hair color was purely black.
Looking at it now felt like an out-of-this-world experience, genuinely sensing a solitude from being in an alien world.
The reflection in the mirror was her true self, yet she had to keep disguising it, until even she could no longer recognize herself.
But the trance was fleeting, and she quickly realized that this was very dangerous. Although she didn't care what color her hair was, people in this world cared a lot about it.
They believed it was a beautiful, vibrant color, and pursued it madly.
