"Let me help you."
He led Ji Hongxiu to the table and sat down, holding a wooden comb in his hand. He combed the waterfall-like black hair until it was even smoother, then took out a jade hairpin, gathered the hair into his palm, and twisted it into a dao bun.
A strand of hair fell in front of her forehead, making her appear even more radiant and vibrant, giving the impression of a young lady.
Looking at the serious expression of the man in the mirror, Ji Hongxiu's ears turned red, and a gentle light shone in her eyes.
"All done," Chen Mo said.
Noticing the two delicate peach blossoms carved on the hairpin, she asked, "Did you specially prepare this hairpin for me?"
Chen Mo nodded and said, "I made it by hand; do you like it?"
"It's alright," Ji Hongxiu turned her head slightly and said softly, "But I can't do my hair. Even if you help me style it, it'll get messy again soon."
