For a moment, she could not even remember her own age.
Feeling somewhat guilty, she instinctively lowered her head and raised a hand, her slender, pale fingers somewhat at a loss as they toyed with a strand of silver hair that had slipped from her temple.
But that did not mean she felt any psychological resistance toward a mother who was younger than her.
In a child's heart, no matter how old they became, they were still a child before their mother.
Besides, her appearance had not changed, and her mental state had not necessarily matured much either. Even now, before her mother, she could still righteously claim that she had not grown up yet.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Did something happen again?"
Her mother smiled faintly, then reached out and gently hooked the silver strand by her temple. Without thinking, she said, "You're still so young. Why do you already have white hair?"
"Well... isn't a little premature graying normal for young people?"
Yao Wan defended herself without so much as blushing, and even so, with all the mental preparation she had made, she was no longer as caught off guard and embarrassed as before.
"Would premature graying turn white this evenly?"
Her mother gave a soft, surprised sound and frowned, making Yao Wan's heart tighten. It seemed as though she was angry at her child's perfunctory excuse.
Yet even so, under Yao Wan's slightly vulnerable gaze, her mother ultimately let go of the silver hair at her temple for the time being.
"...As a young person, just don't dye your hair."
Warmth curved at the corners of her mother's eyes, where crow's feet had already appeared, and the sight made Yao Wan's heart ache.
"I wouldn't dye it. I'm not some wild child who goes completely out