Chương 964: A Golden Hair Clasp

The little girl was sitting at the stone table, staring at her toes with her head lowered. She had tied her hair into a simple bun on the top of her head, pinning her loose hair behind her head. The hair at the back of her head was draped over her chest like a waterfall, revealing a softness like water. He could only look at her. Her white jade-like side profile was dyed with a thin wisp of smoke.

Yin Huaixi suddenly remembered that when Uncle Sun treated his leg, Yu Youyao was always worried because the process was very painful. Every time he was given an acupuncture treatment, she had to stay by his side.

At that time, he was only wearing a single shirt and looked disheveled. The little girl had never avoided him.

It wasn't that she didn't know the rules, nor did she treat etiquette as nothing. It was just that her worry for him made her subconsciously ignore these things.