After sending away Nangong Zihan, Mo Yuqi finally realized something was amiss. She looked at her hair, a bewildered expression on her face, "Grandma, when did I dye my hair? How come I don't remember?"
Wen Bichen sighed softly, "You didn't dye your hair, this is your natural hair color."
"How is that possible? I remember my hair being pitch-black and shiny, every woman envied my hair."
"There was a little accident at your engagement banquet with Qin Yu, so your hair turned white."
Mo Yuqi nodded vigorously, "If Grandma says so, then I believe it! It's all Grandpa's fault for finding me such a filthy beggar to be my husband!
The shock was indeed too great, it's totally normal for hair to turn white from fright."
Turn white from fright? Wen Bichen could only shake her head repeatedly, not knowing how to explain the situation to Mo Yuqi.
