C513 The words of dealing with the heart

Bai Qianfan had just finished showering and was sitting at the dressing table. Yue Gui was helping her comb her hair, the jet-black hair that had been draped over her shoulders like a piece of satin, was faintly shining under the light.

"Her hair is getting darker and brighter, as if she's been soaking it in sesame oil every day. It'll moisten it with all the nourishment you've eaten