[ Ming Yi sneers, lifting a hand and sending a wave of power that clears away the fog on the mirror. ]
Take care of your own hair if you hate it!
[ If Shi Qingxuan expected any other answer, he didn't know Ming Yi at all.
But if Shi Qingxuan were to look at himself, plain-faced with his hair pulled back in a simple style that accentuated nothing but the shape of his bare face and shoulders, and then give Ming Yi a heartfelt thank you, Ming Yi would wonder what blow the Wind Master had received to finally learn humility.
Taking a step back, Ming Yi turns to the side and starts gathering his own hair over his shoulder to finally brush it out—and ignore the brat beside him. ]
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Take care of your own hair if you hate it!
[ If Shi Qingxuan expected any other answer, he didn't know Ming Yi at all.
But if Shi Qingxuan were to look at himself, plain-faced with his hair pulled back in a simple style that accentuated nothing but the shape of his bare face and shoulders, and then give Ming Yi a heartfelt thank you, Ming Yi would wonder what blow the Wind Master had received to finally learn humility.
Taking a step back, Ming Yi turns to the side and starts gathering his own hair over his shoulder to finally brush it out—and ignore the brat beside him. ]