His face was calm. His tone did not change. His finger was already twirling the flower bud on her forehead.
"I have nothing to do with it."
"That's right."
Fortunately Wen Ying his heart was still stuck in the ice, sky, and snow outside. He had thought too much to save him. Yi Mujing secretly let out a sigh of relief and then helped her pull her hair.
###Chapter65
Wen Ying head of black hair was pitch-black, long enough to reach his waist. His snow-white fingers were inserted into his hair and combed twice. After which, for some unknown reason, a strand of hair had already been pulled into a flower between his fingers flower between his fingers, and it was fixed with a grate. Then, strands of hair were pulled together in sequence, and it was actually a lifelike flower.
Wen Ying final
