Chapter 439

The next morning, before the dawn drums had finished rolling, Han Zhi was already up, tying his hair back. Once it was secured, he let out a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted—he felt so much more comfortable now. In the past, he had to take his hair down every night to sleep, meaning bedtime was actually when he suffered the most. Because his hair would constantly get pressed underneath him, and it was hard to untangle when he lay down. No matter how neatly he combed it before bed, it would always manage to wrap itself around him by nightfall.