The hair dryer fell silent.
Xu Qing stopped helping Jiang He arrange her hair and thought for a moment before asking, "What did it look like?"
He subconsciously felt that Jiang He must have seen something she didn't understand, like some auntie passing by the window with a facial mask on while going out to fetch a delivery...
"Long hair, even longer than mine."
As Jiang He spoke, she turned around and brought her hair forward, covering her entire face as she explained, "About like this."
"..."
Xu Qing frowned, feeling visual impact as Jiang He covered her face with her long hair in the middle of the night, "And then?"
"Then...pale face, extremely white, like...whiter than the wall." Jiang He pointed to the snow-white wall.
"No way..."
"And wearing blue, a very strange robe with sleeves this long—"
Jiang He continued to gesture.
"Stop, stop, stop!"
