The next day.
The weather was clear.
Yu Tingwan sat in front of the dressing table, biting a snack, and looked at the hair Wei Zhao had styled for her in the copper mirror.
Unlike the loose styles of the past, his craftsmanship nowadays wasn't lacking. Whether it was from secretly practicing on his own, or because he's just naturally skillful, the hair he styled was vibrant yet gentle.
Early in the morning, the crow was squawking everywhere, initially making one feel nostalgic, but after a while, it became annoying. And it even spouted some expletives that no one knew from where it learned. Its beak was tied with a rope as punishment for reflection.
This day, Yu Tingwan did not go out.
Inside the room, the crisp sound of an abacus could be heard from time to time.
Before Wei Zhao left, there was a Paw-Paw sound.
When Wei Zhao returned from running errands outside, there was a Paw-Paw sound.
While Wei Zhao handled official business, there was a Paw-Paw sound.
