1768: C1768 White Hair and Eyebrows(part Ii)

C1768 White Hair and Eyebrows(part Ii)

Baihe's face instantly turned red. When she heard the sweet confession of her sweetheart, Baihe only felt that happiness had suddenly come. It made her have an illusion that she was unable to distinguish between dream and reality.1

Perhaps, this was a dream. If it was a dream, I would rather sleep in eternal sleep and not wake up. Only in this dream could I truly have my love...

Lin Hao took the wooden comb that Baihe handed over and felt the wood material in his hand that was as warm as jade. It was agile like water and he instantly saw the material of the wooden comb.

The wooden comb was an extremely rare type of spirit wood. It was neither a good spirit medicine nor a precious wood. This kind of spirit wood was rare because it was the most affectionate spirit wood in the human world.

A folded wood would only bloom once in its lifetime. When the flowers fell, the wood would wither.

If one wanted to obtain this type of spirit wood, the only way was when the flower bloomed at its most flourishing and flourishing. With a pious heart, he plucked the most beautiful branch along with the flourishing flower. This type of spirit wood had no other value apart from making ordinary combs and hairdressing.

In this chaotic world, who would be willing to spend a large amount of time... To find this kind of wood with great effort, firstly, no one knew when it would take... Secondly, they didn't know when it would bloom the most, and people rarely had pious hearts. Therefore, it was extremely rare in the market.

Baihe had spent half of her life searching for this wooden comb before she finally found a wooden comb that had the same thoughts as her.

"When Du Qiuniang advised Jun Mo not to cherish the golden burial garment and advised Jun Xi to take the youth. When flowers bloom, their roots will fold. When there are no flowers, there will be no empty branches."

Lin Hao's eyes drooped slightly, and he could not help but recite this poem. In his heart, he seemed to really understand the meaning of this poem...

He combed his hair.

Lin Hao gently pulled Baihe's hair and slowly smoothened the messy hair that was due to longing. The folding wood passed through the gaps of the hair and gently pressed against Baihe's head. However, he did not dare to use any more strength, as he was afraid that it would hurt her life.

He combed her hair to the end of her hair.

Lin Hao's movements were extremely delicate. Every strand of Baihe's hair was carefully combed by Lin Hao. He wanted to comb away all the unhappiness in Baihe's heart.

Even Lin Hao himself was somewhat surprised. This pair of hands that only knew how to hold a sword and kill. They were actually so gentle. Perhaps it was because of the weakness of this strand of hair. It broke the hard and cold heart, causing a decisive man like him to have a lot of tenderness in his fingers.

The three combs were combed to the point where his white hair reached his eyebrows...

The last time he combed, Lin Hao's hand trembled. At the same time, Baihe's body also moved slightly when she felt Lin Hao's movements stop.

No one said anything. Baihe tightly pressed her eyes, but her eyebrows were slightly moved. It could easily be seen that the beauty's heart was facing the pain and helplessness of being sentenced at this moment.

This was an oath. To Lin Hao, the importance of this oath was comparable to the solemn vow of the obsession of martial arts. Lin Hao could not, but he would also easily make a promise. Once he made a promise, for thousands of years, as long as Lin Hao was alive, it would be an oath that he would keep forever.

Lin Hao would not use the mountain and sea oath to deceive others, and he would definitely not be willing to have love because of pity and restrict himself for the rest of his life.

Do I love her? Do I want to? Can I do it?

There was confusion in Lin Hao's eyes, but he also dodged. However, in the next second, Lin Hao slowly raised his head. He firmly and gently cut down the third comb.

Baihe, who was sitting on the chair, was already sobbing silently. Her tightly shut eyes were filled with endless tears.

Lin Hao slightly raised the corner of his mouth and gently tidied Baihe's hair. The two of them did not speak, but their words were more than a thousand words.

White hair and eyebrows... Perhaps it was the most beautiful belief in his life.

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