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Baihe's face turned red in a moment. When she heard her sweetheart's confession, Baihe only felt that happiness came suddenly, which made her have the illusion that it was hard to distinguish the dream from the reality.

Maybe, it's a dream. If it's a dream, I'd rather sleep forever. Only in this dream can I really have what I love

Lin Hao took the comb from Baihe and felt the wood material in his hand, which was as warm as jade and as flexible as water. In an instant, he saw the material of the comb.

Wooden comb is a kind of extremely rare spirit wood. It is neither a good medicine nor a precious wood. This kind of spirit wood is rare only because it is the most affectionate spirit wood in the world.

Can break wood, only once in a lifetime, flowers fall, wood also withered.

The only way to get this kind of spirit tree is to pick the most beautiful branch together with the flowers when they are in full bloom. This kind of spirit wood has no other value except for making ordinary hair combs.

In this chaotic world, who is willing to spend a lot of time, thankless to find this kind of folding wood, first, do not know when to spend, and second, do not know when to spend the most prosperous, the world is rarely devout, so it is extremely rare in the market.

The comb in Baihe was the one she had been searching for for for half of her life before she finally found the same comb in her mind.

"Du qiuniang advised you not to cherish the golden clothes, but to cherish your youth. If flowers can be folded, they must be folded. Don't wait for empty branches to be folded. "

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

Comb to the end.

Lin Hao gently rolled up Baihe's hair and gently flattened the tangled thread of worry caused by missing. He could fold the wood through the gap of the hair and gently put it on Baihe's head, but he didn't dare to exert any more strength for fear that it would hurt Jia's life.

Two combs to the end.

Lin Hao's action is extremely delicate. Every trace of Bai He's hair is carefully distinguished by Lin Hao. That is to comb away all the unhappiness in Bai He's heart.

Even Lin Hao himself was a little surprised that this pair of hands, which could only kill people with a sword, could be so gentle. Maybe it was the weakness of his hair that broke his hard and cold heart, which made him become a decisive man with more tenderness.

Three combs to white hair and eyebrows

At the last comb, Lin Hao's hand trembled. Similarly, when he felt the moment of Lin Hao's stagnation, Baihe's body was also slightly touched.

No one spoke. Bai he pressed his eyes tightly, but his eyebrows and eyelashes touched slightly. It was easy to get a glimpse of the beauty's suffering and helplessness at the moment.

It's an oath. For Lin Hao, it's as important as the solemn oath that Wu Tao holds. Lin Hao can't and will make it easily. Once he makes it, he will keep it forever as long as he lives.

Lin Hao will not cheat people with his vows, nor will he be bound by love for his life.

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

There was confusion and evasion in Lin Hao's eyes, but in the next second, Lin Hao slowly raised his head, firmly and gently rowed the third comb down.

The White River on the seat, already sobbing, closed eyes in endless tears.

Lin Hao tilted his mouth slightly, just gently arranged Baihe's hair. They had no words, but they were better than a thousand words.

White hair and eyebrows The most beautiful thing in this life is faith.