Feng Huaijin was startled, immediately got up, ignoring Tuanzi's cries of "my mirror" from behind, and went to the center of the grass where a pool of water lay.
The water was clear to the bottom, like an enormous mirror that could reflect people perfectly.
Feng Huaijin glanced at the water, and his whole being felt off.
He... was bald?
Not only bald but his shiny head could nearly serve as a mirror itself. No wonder that child was playfully styling his hair over Feng Huaijin's head earlier.
Feng Huaijin was deeply disconcerted; what on earth was going on here? As he anxiously pondered where his hair had gone, a familiar figure suddenly appeared on the gently rippling water's surface.
Wearing a knit dress for early spring, Su Li walked over with Tuanzi in hand. Before Feng Huaijin could speak, Su Li grabbed his wrist and gently said, "Let's go."
Feng Huaijin instinctively followed Su Li, his gaze discreetly assessing her.
"We've arrived, you go on," Su Li suddenly said.
