C48

Under the dim yellow light of the candle, the room was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

initially wanted to get closer to Zhangsun Jinghuan, but in the end, the comb became more and more serious, as though his eyes were glued onto his hair, and could not leave, and also did not want to part with him.

Zhangsun Jinghuan did not move, and allowed her to comb his hair. Under the candlelight