All the Peace on the Surface Is Because Someone Is Fighting With Their Life

Yue Xin looked at her new self in the mirror and was a little stunned. It turned out that wearing different styles of clothes could make her a completely different person.

While Yue Xin was admiring her new clothes, Yi Chengxuan took out a pile of accessories from somewhere; there were hair buns, jade pendants, earrings, and ornaments.

Yi Chengxuan stood beside Yue Xin and looked at her through the mirror. "Do you want to comb your hair into a bun? It should look good."

Yue Xin tilted her head and asked, "Why do you know these?"

Yi Chengxuan's expression froze for a moment before he immediately returned to normal. "My sister liked these very much. I learned them after watching too much from the side."

Yue Xin didn't ask further and nodded.

Yi Chengxuan was more than a head taller than Yue Xin. He didn't need Yue Xin to sit down and could simply tidy Yue Xin's hair.