When Lu Ning heard her muttering like she was reciting a mantra, she could not help but smirk as she tidied her hair up. She eventually managed to untangle it all, and as she ran her fingers through her hair a few strands fell onto her palm.
Lu Ning's eyes widened. She silently hid it away, afraid that Lin Ci would get upset and cry if she saw it.
For the longest time, she had been complaining that her hair had been thinning, and cherished every single strand of hair.
Sensing that Lu Ning had stopped, Lin Ci turned to look at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
Lu Ning frantically stuffed her hair into her pocket and shook her head. "I'm fine, it's nothing. My back is just a little itchy."
Lin Ci looked at her with concern. "Is your wound still itchy?"
