Josnian's technique of combing people's hair was very skillful, so skillful that even he was a little surprised.

"Okay, let's see if you're satisfied with it." Josnian pulled her to the mirror.

Neatly dressed, Ye Jiaqi was energetic, with a rosy complexion, curved eyelashes, and energetic eyes.

Josnian tied a double ponytail for her.

Ye Jiaqi stared at herself in the mirror. For a moment, her eyes were full of surprise, as if she saw herself when she was sixteen or seventeen years old.

At that time, she liked to wear double ponytails. She looked very well-behaved, pleasant, sweet, and in other words, very lovable.

To be lovable...to please who.

Time has not left any traces on her face. Except that the baby fat on her face has faded away, her eyes are not as bright as before, and her smile is not as bright as before, nothing else seems to have changed.

When her eyes were dim, she always felt as if she had returned to the past.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, the age of youth and ignorance, the buds of lovesickness are beginning to break out of the shell.

At that time, I started to pay attention to my words and deeds, started to behave myself, spoke softly, and started to pay attention to my clothes and grooming.

She has all the most common symptoms of adolescent girls.

She bought a lot of cheap jewelry and learned a lot of beautiful hairstyles, all in order to look beautiful every day.

Because every morning, she could have breakfast with him at the same table, and he would also say a few words to her and ask about her study or sleeping conditions.

Whenever his peripheral vision falls on her, she will be excited, her heart will beat violently, her speech will speed up, and her words will not express what she means.

She knows, that's called liking.

The purest love, without any impurities.

But now, seeing herself in the mirror again, she reached out her hand and tried to remove his ponytail.

Josnian frowned and pressed her hand: "Don't like it?"

"Um."

"I think it's very good and suitable for you."

On a whim, he suddenly tied her into a double ponytail like this because last night, he dreamed of her like this.

Because of insomnia, anxiety, stress, and emotions, he had dreams almost every night during this period, when he was not very good at dreaming.

Last night he dreamed of that little girl again, the little girl who looked very much like her.

The little girl still looks like she is sixteen or seventeen years old, lively and cute, and does not resemble Ye Jiaqi's personality.

In the dream, he and the girl were sitting at the same table having breakfast, facing each other.

He cut a piece of bread for her, spread it with blueberry jam, and handed it to her: "Eat more, you will be stressed when you enter high school."

The girl nodded frequently, eating the bread he handed over, and looking at him from the corner of her eye from time to time.

As soon as he raised his head, she immediately looked away, pretending not to care.

"Your hairpin today is too eye-catching. You are not allowed to wear it tomorrow." He looked at the girl calmly and looked at the star hairpin on her head.

As expected, she touched her head aggrievedly: "Don't you look good?"

"It doesn't look good." He dropped the three words indifferently.

"Oh, it doesn't look good." There was great disappointment in her tone.

After a while, she asked cautiously and tentatively: "Then...does my dress look good today?"
Chapter completed!