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My hand shot out, clutching onto the lapels of the maid beside me. I didn't want to be too violent, but my hand, on the other hand, had a mind of its own. With a yelp, she came face to face with me, my eyes meeting hers. I asked, my voice low and deadly, "What happened to my hair?" She paled, trembling. "We don't know, Your Majesty. Suddenly, your hair began to turn white. Neither the imperial physician nor the elders could find the cause of it." "Really?" The antagonistic faces of elders flashed through my mind.

She whispered "Dummy. Of course not. Why would I hate you?" "I just... The last time..." Had she lost her ability to form sentences? Why couldn't she form a coherent one? "I raised you. I'm well acquainted with outbursts. Don't beat up yourself over it" he kissed her temple and then held her at arm's length "You look different. What is it?" "My hair," she said half laughing, half crying. That was Lincoln's way of telling her they were done discussing that topic. "Ah, I see. No wonder Rossy kept asking if she looked better with long or short hair"

Rahim gritted, “That's preposterous!” “Then why the reaction? You nearly got us killed!” “Exactly! Because of the level of its absurdity!” Rahim answered, keeping a straight face. “How can you even have a thought like that?” Lincoln regarded him for a long while. He was uncertain whether Rahim was telling the truth or not. Rahim could see that Lincoln was having a hard time believing him, so he added, “Look, I had a terrible morning this morning hence my reaction. I'll watch what I eat from now on.”

Sometimes, she was a bit afraid of him. Noah had started growing white hair at the age of seventeen, but the quantity was minimal. He had undergone several examinations, and nothing seemed to be wrong. For convenience during formal events, he had it dyed black whenever the amount increased. But lately, it seemed like there more had popped up. Focused on reviewing quarterly data, Noah calmly declined, "There’s no need." *

A loud click from the door let us know that it locked behind us. Lincoln's back was to us as he worked on his computer, switching up the timestamps on the video we just fabricated. Then, finally, he hit a key on his keyboard and leaned back into his chair. His blonde hair cut short, and his tattooed arms curled behind his head as he spun around to face us. "My Goddess, what the fuck happened to you?" He asked John as he looked at him in horror. "I mean, I know what happened, and well, I could see how ugly you were in the video footage, but damn, it didn't do justice. You are one ugly son of a bitch."

Lincoln just stands there, counting the minutes before he's back into his space. He always dresses in black, always on headphones, or skims through books. Anything to keep him distracted from reality. I've only seen him smile on a few occasions, and that was with his brothers. With any other Lycan, Lincoln always has a scowl. His biggest flaw should be his anger issues. He always loses his cool over the smallest things. So yeah, gotta be careful with your words when dealing with Lincoln. He might just rip you apart. “Emily!“ My head snaps up and I find Mr. Hawkins' gaze on me, “Something wrong?“

At the same time, it appeared that some of his white hair had turned black. Hansen looked at Chad in disbelief and exclaimed, "It's real!"

Seeing Mable’s doubt, Tracey held her hand tightly and said, “Mabes, you can doubt anything, but don’t doubt my brother’s love for you.” Tracey recalled Blair’s pained expression when he heard Mable had disappeared and felt her heart clench. “Mabes, do you know how Blair’s hair turned white?” Mable was puzzled. “His hair...” Maybe he just got white hair while he was young. Or perhaps his mental illness caused his hair to turn white... “It’s because of you, Mabes. After you disappeared, Blair was heartbroken. His hair turned white overnight.” Tracey did not believe hair could turn white overnight before. She thought it was just a fabrication in novels or TV dramas. After all, how could a pers

"It's been so long, but your face hasn't shown any improvement. It seems to have worsened instead. Could it be...that you've been poisoned?" A fleeting shadow crossed Lincoln's eyes, and he replied in a low voice, "Mother, have you forgotten that I told you the rash on my face shouldn't be exposed to wind or light? It seems that I haven't followed the doctor's instructions, and that's why it hasn't healed."

As he flung it open, he exclaimed joyfully, "You're finally back, sir!" "Yes, I am," Adrian greeted. The trio entered the room. Upon settling in, Lionel frowned. "Sir, why is your hair all white?" "It is?" Adrian checked, and to his surprise, found that all his hair had turned grayish-white. "My aging has accelerated." Rozi was concerned. "Lionel, please help Adrian. Wasn't his aging supposed to have slowed down? Why has it suddenly sped up?" "Let me see…" Lionel grabbed a nearby oil lamp, examining Adrian closely. The latter’s face was now lined with more wrinkles than ever, resembling someone ten years older than he was supposed to be.