"Sister, actually, you don't need to dye it."
Lin Yixuan smiled at his sister through the dressing mirror: "I'm used to seeing white hair, and it looks good too."
"The Prime Minister has a sinister mind. Since he can't find your father, he might harm you."
Lin Qingluo forced a smile, suppressing her heartache: "Be careful in the mansion these days and try not to show yourself in front of others."
"Mm."
Lin Yixuan's eyes dimmed, and he hummed lightly through his nose.
"Be good, let's wash your hair first."
Lin Qingluo's eyes were gentle as she lovingly rubbed his head.
*
"Caw caw."
Hunao let out two weak cries, nudged the door open with his small head, and quickly slipped in.
He had been frightened by the earthquake too. Sensing that his master had returned, he immediately scurried back, rubbing against her ankle, acting cute to seek comfort.
"Hunao, you must have been terrified. Are you hurt?"