"I'm not just flattering; your hair really is that beautiful." Gu Yucheng kissed her hair, coveting its scent, not knowing how to cherish it when he was younger. His feelings had already slipped through his fingers. By the time he looked back and understood, thankfully, it wasn't too late.
Ji Su had already lost her patience. She opened her eyes: "Alright, Gu Yucheng, stop it..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw in the glass's reflection a hairpin atop her head, a hairpin that looked like a butterfly ready to take flight, encrusted with dreamy crystals.
In that moment, it was as if she had returned to the past...
Which girl's life doesn't harbor a dream? That dream, ethereal and enchanting, might be dancing amidst flowers, soaring freely in the blue sky, or gliding joyfully through water, or perhaps it's a crystal clip in her hair.
