The Bad Son-in-Law
"Seeing you with long hair, it still looks weird to me."
"Strange?" I raised an eyebrow, and I opened my eyes, I glanced at her.
"It's like a wuxia drama, you're just like a warrior."
"You watch too much drama." I flicked her forehead, causing her to purse her lips forward.
"You mean your real hair is gold?"
"Hmm, yeah." I nodded my head, I started playing the harp lightly. Of course it was as light as the wind that hit the two of us.
"If I remember, everything about you reeks of gold. Golden hair, golden harp, that rose too. But it's just that ..." She paused and touched the hem of my robe. "Why is it red?" I stopped playing my harp.
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