Shen Jingxian inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. She thought to herself, how could Fu Xuan, being so young, suffer from such severe hair loss? It turns out she pulled the wrong hair. Well, that's a relief.
So Shen Jingxian took the hair from Fu Xuan's head and returned it to its owner, even retrieving a strand that had fallen on the ground.
She sincerely apologized to the gentleman who had innocently lost his hair to her, but he hurried off.
Shen Jingxian understood, for if she had encountered such a situation, she'd want to leave immediately too.
Looking at Shen Jingxian's somewhat evasive eyes, Fu Xuan suddenly felt a lightness in his chest that had been heavy just moments before.
My sister always seems to be that carefree, never changing.
"Sister, but I'm not a child anymore."
Shen Jingxian thought for a moment, then confidently said, "You'll forever be a child in my heart. Clearly, you call me sister, yet you help me so much more."
