The Year of Lihua: She Was Reborn

When Xu Zhi slowly walked out of the shadows in the house, Hua Ye had already swept away all the sumptuous food on the table like a whirlwind in the blink of an eye.

During this brief break in eating, she raised her head slightly, a hint of doubt flashing across her bright eyes, and then she slowly asked, "Master, do you want to eat?"

There was not much emotion on Xuzhi's calm face, he just uttered a few words softly.

"Just eat! Just don't overeat!"

At this moment, Xuzhi's words and Hua Ye's stormy eating movements were happening simultaneously in the same space, as if Xuzhi's answer really made no substantial difference to her.

Hua Ye put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands with satisfaction. His movements were quick and decisive, as if he had completed an important task.

Then, she generously wiped the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, then raised her head slightly, and her clear eyes looked straight at Xu Zhi like a sharp arrow.

The Xuzhi that came into her sight was wearing an elegant green-gray robe, the color of which was like the mountains shrouded in morning mist, giving people a calm and mysterious feeling.

In addition to this robe, there is also a long thin shirt in the same color. The two are cleverly layered together to create a layered visual effect.

A misty belt is tightly tied inside the long thin shirt, perfectly highlighting the waistline.

The pair of pure white boots on his feet were as pure as the first snow in winter, making his figure look taller and more slender, as if he had completely merged into the world outside the window.

The soft glow of the morning light shone through the slightly old wooden window, illuminating his lower body and the legs hidden under his robe.

Although mostly obscured, their straightness and slenderness can still be clearly seen, just as tough and strong as the uncarved pine trunks in the mountains.

"Have you finished eating?"

Xu Zhi lowered his head slightly, with a faint light flashing in his eyes. He looked quietly at Hua Ye who was sitting on the couch by the window and asked softly.

Hua Ye stood up without hesitation, not even bothering to tidy up her messy hair, and walked straight out, as if there was an invisible force pushing her forward.

"You should at least pay attention to your manners!"

As he spoke, Xuzhi inserted his fair fingers into her shiny black hair, lifted it up, rubbed it gently, and held it in front of her eyes.

Only then did Hua Ye remember his difficult-to-manage hair and couldn't help but frowned worriedly.

"Master, please cut half of it off for me. There is too much hair and it makes my head feel heavy!"

Xu Zhi looked at the long hair that was dragging on the ground with regret and felt a little reluctant, but when he saw the serious expression on Hua Ye's face, he relaxed and nodded.

"It's good if you are willing to give it up!"

He slowly pulled up Hua Ye's soft and slender arm, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world, and brought her gently to the dressing table, letting her sit down safely.

His hand, with distinct joints and as cold and white as jade, was slightly raised, like a sharp knife, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

When the hand raised and the knife fell, it seemed as if time stopped at this moment. The waterfall-like hair was like being cast by magic, and it followed the blade of the knife and was cut off neatly and cleanly at the lower back of Hua Ye.

The hair was as smooth as silk, falling all over the ground like a silent snow.

Hua Ye stared blankly at the hair that had once reached her waist but was now only a short piece, and an indescribable sense of loss surged in his heart.

However, when her gaze moved to the mirror, she was attracted by Xuzhi's delicate and gentle appearance.

Xu Zhi spread out his palm, and an exquisite wooden comb appeared on it out of thin air. His movements were gentle and slow, again and again, as if he was combing out the traces of time and tidying up the scattered hair.

Hua Ye looked at Xu Zhi's focused expression in the mirror. His eyes, which should have been filled with tears of regret for losing his hair, were now filled with an unprecedented emotion - surprise.

She had never thought that this man who seemed cold and ruthless on weekdays actually had such a delicate and gentle side.

"All right!"

Xu Zhi said softly, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

His waist-length hair had been carefully combed and was now tightly wrapped with a red headband embroidered with unique auspicious clouds, like a dragon coiled on his head, tied high into a gorgeous ponytail.

Two bean-sized copper bells were hung on the ends of the red headband. As the ponytail swayed, they made clear and pleasant tinkling sounds, like a cheerful melody echoing in the air.

Hua Ye reached out and touched his hair, feeling the long-lost softness and warmth, and a warm current surged in his heart...