Nan Zhiyvun was dressed grandly today, with too many heavy and elaborate ornaments in her hair.
"So heavy... I don't like it anymore..." Nan Zhiyvun tried to remove them, but alas, the hairpins had tangled her hair.
"Ah! It hurts~ Ugh" Nan Zhiyvun felt wronged, it hurt so much!
Yu Jingchen approached and tried to take Nan Zhiyvun's hands away, but Nan Zhiyvun wouldn't let go, pulling stubbornly.
"It's pulling my hair! It hurts~" Nan Zhiyvun cried, tears welling up.
Yu Jingchen was both exasperated and amused. She was pulling her own hair and not letting go, yet claiming it was pulling hers. Who was really pulling?
"Good girl, let go, and it won't hurt anymore," Yu Jingchen said to her softly.
"No, it should let go first, Your Majesty... Can you make it let go first? It hurts so much," Nan Zhiyvun looked at Yu Jingchen pleadingly.
Yu Jingchen: "..." Well, I would have asked it to let go, but she herself refused to. What could I do?
"Ugh~" Nan Zhiyvun gave a hard tug. Fine, she was ruthless. The hairpin was indeed pulled off, but a lot of her hair came with it.
"It hurts!" Nan Zhiyvun truly cried out in pain this time. Yu Jingchen found it both funny and heartache-inducing.
"My hair has all fallen out..." Nan Zhiyvun looked at the hair in her hand. Her heart ached.
"So annoying!" With that, Nan Zhiyvun fiercely threw the hairpin in her hand. It was a jade hairpin, and it broke into two pieces when it hit the ground.
Still not satisfied, she removed all the ornaments from her head and threw them on the ground, discarding them as she walked. Her hair was a mess, and Yu Jingchen found himself exhausted.
"Did you crawl out of a beggar's den?" Yu Jingchen pulled her into his embrace, wanting to tidy her hair.
Nan Zhiyvun fell silent. Yu Jingchen sensed something was wrong and looked at her, only to see her looking down, her emotions seeming to have sunken.
"Your Majesty..." Nan Zhiyvun looked up at Yu Jingchen, tears still lingering in her eyes, unsure if they were from the pain just now.
"It hurts so much," Nan Zhiyvun's voice was choked with sobs. For some reason, Yu Jingchen felt a deep sadness in her eyes.
"It's alright, we won't do it anymore, it doesn't hurt, hmm?" Yu Jingchen gently stroked her head.
"No, it still hurts, Your Majesty, my heart hurts... It hurts so much," Nan Zhiyvun placed her hand over her chest. Yu Jingchen froze, then his gaze turned complex.
"My heart hurts..." Nan Zhiyvun said.
Yu Jingchen's hand slowly moved to Nan Zhiyvun's eyes, wiping away the tear that had just fallen.
"It hurts when I see Your Majesty... Your Majesty, can you make it stop hurting?" Nan Zhiyvun leaned against Yu Jingchen's chest.
"Your Majesty, my body also hurts... Before, when Your Majesty didn't like me, everyone bullied me..." Nan Zhiyvun's tears fell involuntarily.
"Mmm, I know, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I was not good, blame me for waking up a little too late..." Yu Jingchen held her close.
"Your Majesty doesn't like me, Your Majesty hates me, he only likes to punish me," Nan Zhiyvun seemed to be confiding in a stranger, recounting her grievances over the years.
"But I like him so much... I can't bear to let go. I thought Your Majesty would like me too..." Nan Zhiyvun's tears flowed as if unstoppable.
"Your Majesty likes you now, likes you very much, only you," Yu Jingchen soothed her, stroking her head.