Xia Lian looked into his eyes and, almost without thinking, stood up and pulled up his sleeve.

Wen Mo understood that this meant agreement, and the two walked into the restroom together.

The mirror in the bathroom was a half-length mirror. He first gave Xia Lian a little mental preparation before letting her in.

Xia Lian lowered her eyes, and after a few seconds, she slowly raised her head.

Xia Lian stared blankly at the mirror, her lips pursed. Her hairstyle wasn't much different from before, but upon closer inspection, one could see that her bangs and hair on her head were no longer as thick as before, making her look much more refreshed. Her beautiful eyes were finally revealed, and her entire demeanor had changed.

"Wenmo".

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

She stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes filled with indescribable emotions, and asked blankly, "Am I prettier now...?"

Wen Mo grinned and placed his hand on Xia Lian's head.

You've always been beautiful.

Upon hearing this, Xia Lian did not reply, but simply reached out and touched her reflection in the mirror.

Looking back at her ponytail, it was still the same waist-length as before. Wenmo hadn't cut it off; instead, she had left it.

At this moment, she was not afraid of her own appearance. Perhaps it had always been this way. Xia Lian did not hate mirrors; what she hated was the lonely self reflected in them.

When the person in the mirror is no longer alone, and you feel the warmth brought by Wenmo's gentle smile, your life seems to have truly changed.

At least for this moment, Wenmo stood by her side.