"You're losing your mind—fine, but pulling my hair? What's that supposed to mean?"
She was only coming to sort out Sun Shou's matter, right? How did it spiral into this mess?
She winced at the sight of the two strands of hair. "Do you even understand how important hair is to a woman? And you had the audacity to pull mine?"
Clearly, the focus of the conflict had shifted.
Even Song Xuan hadn't reacted yet when Ji Yu had already yanked out three strands of her hair.
Looking at the extra strands beside her own lost hair, Ji Yu finally felt some equilibrium.
"Alright, this time neither of us owes the other anything. But if you dare to touch my hair again, don't blame me for coming after you."
With that, Ji Yu left in a carefree manner.
Dealing with Song Xuan had little to do with ancient clarity or precision; their relationship might not be that significant.
Ultimately, the matter should have been left to the underlying causes to resolve.
