Shen Yuan smiled sheepishly at Li Zhi's serious expression.
"Let me fix it for you."
Li Zhi said nothing, her serious gaze fixed on Shen Yuan.
The cool air from the AC brushed over her messy hair, a reflection of the girl's own tangled feelings.
When Li Zhi didn't react, Shen Yuan slowly raised his hand.
His fingers spread slightly, gently sinking into Li Zhi's long hair. His fingertips slid down the dark strands, carefully gathering each lock and tucking it behind her shoulders.
As he breathed in the fragrance of her hair, Shen Yuan's mind drifted completely away from the movie.
Li Zhi watched Shen Yuan's throat. Just from the movement of his Adam's apple, she could tell how flustered her childhood friend was.
Li Zhi glanced at Shen Yuan before turning her attention back to the movie.
The movie played on.
In the dim study, Oppenheimer's graying hair on the screen formed a subtle contrast with the pearlescent sheen of Li Zhi's black hair.
