Munni curved her lips, and with the arc of her smile, her peach blossom-shaped eyes formed a crescent, each looking stunning.
"Alright, make it look pretty."
"Mm."
Yisen picked up the comb from the dressing table and gently brushed Munni's long hair that draped down her back.
Her long hair, well-maintained, was as smooth and soft as black satin, shimmering with a shining glow under the light.
After combing her hair, Yisen put down the comb and carefully styled Munni's hair.
Neither of them spoke, with Munni smiling faintly at the corner of her lips, staring intently at Yisen through the mirror as he concentrated earnestly on styling her hair.
His movements were extremely cautious, as if handling a rare treasure, fearing he might inadvertently break it.
When they got married, she never dared to imagine that one day Yisen would ask to style her hair.
So, sometimes time is like a mirror, allowing people to see their true feelings clearly.
