After putting on the glasses, Yu Liang felt something growing from the frame over his left ear, sticking to it firmly—this was to prevent the glasses from falling off in case of a heavy impact. With this protective measure in place, they were essentially hard to lose.
He took out a chess piece, and now with glasses, he had an air of a scholar.
Wait a moment, white hair?
Hadn't he come back?
Why was it still white?
He was slightly stunned, and the created characters in the universe felt just as surprised.
"Hasn't your hair recovered?"
"Where did you dye it? Didn't it recover even in Strange Talk World?"
At this time, a shadow of "Zhi" emerged under Yu Liang's feet. She glanced at Yu Liang with white hair, then walked towards the living room without turning back, resuming her old habits.
It seemed that Yu Liang might have also heard a barely audible grunt and a muttered "serves you right".
