Very soon, Yeh Cangqiong changed into his suit and tie and walked out of the changing room.
At this moment, Chi Xiaoyu had already put down her phone and was quietly sitting in front of the dressing table.
She was holding an ivory comb, slowly combing her long hair.
"How did you sleep last night?"
He embraced her shoulders and kissed her cheek.
She smiled bitterly, "Very well!"
"Come, give me the comb..."
She looked at him, "Aren't you supposed to leave soon?"
"Just want to comb my wife's hair! It won't take much time."
Yeh Cangqiong took the comb and skillfully helped her with her hair. The first time he combed her hair, he was clumsy and often snagged her hair.
As time went on, he could easily handle it.
She closed her eyes, letting the warmth of the morning sun fall gently on her face.
"You've lost a lot of hair; is there something on your mind?"
He lifted the comb, pulling out a large tangle of long black hair, looking at her with concern.
