Shi Mei pouted, her face clearly showing her unhappiness, "But it's so uncomfortable without my hair tied up!"
Her voice was tender and childlike, unique in its youthfulness, sounding very much like the soft tones of a little girl.
Jian Yun watched Shi Mei with a sense of curiosity and asked, "How old are you?"
"Twenty-three!"
Shi Mei gestured with her hands, one for two and the other for three, her little face full of pride as if this fact was something to be very proud of.
Her rosy cheeks were filled with smiles, her long black hair draped over her shoulders, and her dark eyes looked round and shiny. Jian Yun felt her heart melting.
Grandma Shi explained, "You might not know, but Shi Mei had an accident while saving Ling Yan. She suffered a head injury and now has the mental capacity of a five-year-old child."
