Gong Beiming never took his illness seriously; he didn't care about it at all.
Perhaps it was because he had grown accustomed to it over time.
After shaving, Chi Xiaoyu suddenly said, "Let me help you with your hair! It's all messy…"
Gong Beiming gave her a sideways glance, "You think you can?"
Chi Xiaoyu raised her small hand and shook it, "What's wrong with me? Are you underestimating me?"
"You might be okay with drawing, but when it comes to hairstyles, it's not that I underestimate you, but you really can't do it!"
"Psh, just you wait! Sit tight, close your eyes, and don't open them until I say you can, or you'll miss the surprise!" Chi Xiaoyu said with a sly smile.
He squinted his long eyes, watched her with a suspicious look, and then nodded in agreement, "OK!"
Sitting on the stool, Gong Beiming obediently closed his eyes. Under the light, his features were truly refined, sharing no resemblance with Madam Gong.
