For quite a while, Mother Mu had already left the master bedroom.
She had changed into a black dress, and because her right hand had not fully recovered, her long hair, which she usually loved to pin up, was now just casually draped over her shoulders.
At the sound of her footsteps, Qin Zhaoyang instinctively turned his face and saw her, her clothes and hair flowing elegantly. In a daze, he seemed to see the grace with which she moved in her youth on campus.
Noticing his gaze, Mother Mu felt somewhat uneasy and lifted her left hand to adjust her hair.
"I'll go put my hair up."
"No need," Qin Zhaoyang walked over, "This way... it looks good."
Noticing a strand of her hair that was not properly arranged within her collar, he stepped behind her, lifted both hands to hold up her long hair, and carefully tidied the hair that cascaded down her back.