"Ponytails are nice. Tied up with a colorful brocade cord, simple yet neat, it really suits the young lady's face structure..."
Near the doorway, Ning Yuzhen, who was still keeping her eyes closed and meditating, said casually.
Meng Bingyan understood in a second that this was a hint to her. She changed the direction of the peachwood comb and smiled.
Chapter 70