Gu Yixuan lowered his gaze to Yan Rouxi, his voice calm but curious. "What's missing?" he asked.
Yan Rouxi blinked at him, studying his face with the seriousness of a scholar analyzing ancient texts. Then, with a slow, thoughtful sigh, she said, "Ancient men had long hair. If you had long hair… you'd look so handsome."
A faint, rare blush spread across Gu Yixuan's usually composed face. Compliments from Yan Rouxi were treasures—rare, unexpected, and always landing with surprising force.
For a moment, he didn't know where to place his eyes.
Meanwhile, Yan Rouxi held her chin, eyes narrowing in deep thought. "If only I had my bag," she murmured. "I had a wig in there. With that, you'd look perfect."
Before Gu Yixuan could respond, a soft voice came from behind her. "That bag… I can bring it," the maid said.
Yan Rouxi's head whipped around, excitement bursting across her face. "Yes! Please bring it!"
The maid bowed quickly and rushed out of the room.
