"So this is what happened back then?" Leaning on the couch and looking at Jounouchi Hiromi in his arms as she turned the pages of their high school photo album, Chen Yu was more focused on the photograph of a spirited, short-haired Jounouchi Hiromi, "I never realized you were so cool back in the day, Hiromi. The short hair looks great on you. Why didn't you keep it short afterward?"
"Girls shouldn't be described as 'handsome', right?" Jounouchi Hiromi retorted, slightly annoyed with Chen Yu, but the tomboyish look of her short hair in the photos really could only be described as handsome.
Chen Yu just laughed it off, not caring about Jounouchi Hiromi's rebuttal. Whether she was beautiful or handsome, she was his fiancée, and he didn't need to care whether her hair was long or short.
