Half a year later—
When Wen Zhan got up in the morning to wash up in front of the mirror, he saw the thick layer of black stubble on his head. He raised his hand to touch it, feeling its hardness and distinctness, like newly grown beard stubble.
He couldn't help but smile and called out loudly, "Honey, honey!"
Mu Wanqing was taking care of the child in the other room. Hearing the shout from the bedroom, she thought something had happened to Wen Zhan and quickly hurried over.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?" Mu Wanqing asked anxiously as she entered the bedroom and found him in the bathroom.
"No, I'm doing great." He denied with a smile, lowering his head and pointing, "Look! I have hair growth!"
Mu Wanqing felt relieved and said in a mock-annoyed tone, "Don't scare people early in the morning! Isn't it normal for you to have hair growth? I noticed it a few days ago and thought you saw it, too."