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Hm?
Yan Yu paused, unable to continue crying or shaking her head for the moment.
This doesn't feel right; she needs to rethink everything.
Alright, maybe he was right, her hair was a bit messy, and at this moment, it was indeed hindering her calm thought process.
In a hurry, she grabbed all of her hair, twisting it behind her head, and looked around for anything to pin it with, but couldn't find anything.
He tilted his head to look at her, drawing a pen from the medical records folder on the bedside cabinet and handing it to her. She took it and smoothly twisted her hair up.
Neither of them spoke during the process, yet they cooperated seamlessly. He didn't ask if it was okay to use the pen as a hairpin, and she didn't ask how he knew the pen could have such utility.
Once her hair was fixed, it was as if both of them realized this strange harmony and simultaneously looked up at each other.
The one whose heartbeat became chaotic first was him.
