Combing Hair, Part 2

Xiao Wu stared wordlessly at the comb broken cleanly in two in her hand, tears sliding uncontrollably from her eyes.

The greatest sorrow was a dead heart. Xiao Wu was so heartbroken that she could not even force out the slightest expression.

But Xiao Wu seemed to think of something and hurriedly turned pleading eyes toward Ye Wen beside her.

"Brother Wen, please help me. Help me."

Xiao Wu wanted to explain more clearly, but her mind was in such chaos that she realized she was too tongue-tied to even form a complete sentence.

Ye Wen sighed and covered Xiao Wu's hands, which were holding the comb, with both of his own before taking it from her.

Ye Wen had gotten into Douluo because of the manga, so he naturally knew what this comb meant. It was the last keepsake Xiao Wu's mother, Ah Rou, had left her.

"Leave it to me. I can't restore it perfectly, but I can make it usable again, just like before," Ye Wen said gently.

Xiao Wu stared blankly at Ye Wen. Everything that had happened before, coupled with what he had just said, gave her an unprecedented sense of security.

Gradually, Xiao Wu recalled something her mother, a noblewoman with long pink hair, had once told her.

That had been her mother, Ah Rou.

"Xiao Wu, you wouldn't understand even if I explained love to you now. But someday in the future, you'll surely meet someone you would throw everything aside for, someone you'll want to stay with forever. That is love.

"Mother is giving you this comb. When you grow up and find a man who truly cherishes you, when you decide to spend the rest of your life with him, let him use this comb to comb your hair."

Xiao Wu