Villa
Zhang Zijing was helping Yuwei blow-dry her hair.
She was very focused, her cool eyes as clear as mountain springs fixed on the flowing locks.
As if the hair was the most important thing in the world.
Yuwei was thoroughly enjoying herself, feeling exceptionally comfortable as Zijing's fingers swept back and forth through her strands.
Through the mirror, Zhang Zijing looked stunning, bathed in a layer of divine sunlight streaming through the window.
She particularly liked how Zijing looked in the morning—natural, relaxed, beautiful, like a fairy untouched by the mortal world.
"This dressing table is such a wonderful place," Yuwei chuckled.
"It sure is, and it even has a big mirror," Zijing replied with a light laugh while smoothing out a rebellious strand of hair.
"It's about time; we need to hurry to our schedule."
"I wonder what today's plans are, that the whole group is needed."
"Must be something big."
"Could it be a concert?"
