Bai Ruozhu giggled out loud, realizing that this guy was quite concerned about his appearance after all.
"A man with a scar isn't a big deal. Just don't cover it with your hair, it's not good for the wound to heal." Bai Ruozhu said this and combed his hair back. She had already guessed that he didn't want her to see it.
"Erm, I can't lift my arm properly. Can you help me comb my hair?" Jiang Yichun's eyes brightened again, making Bai Ruozhu dare not look at him directly. Therefore, she had to take out a wooden comb, inviting him to sit down and started combing his hair.
She tidied up his unruly hair strand by strand. It seemed he hadn't really been able to groom himself for the past few days. His hair was tangled up in so many places and his usually shiny black hair was now dull and messy, revealing his busy and turbulent life recently.