Then the tide came. Then...
Sang Mo slowly opened his eyes. It was raining outside the window. The rainy season in the south never seemed to end. The sound of the rain was disturbing. He closed his eyes. The humid air made the bedding wet with moisture, making it so sticky that he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
The man had carefully changed the bamboo pillow for him, and he quietly leaned on it. Sang Mo raised his head and looked up. Kong Hua was sitting by the window reading a book. The carved lattice window on the left was half open, and he could see the drizzling rain and the green leaves and red flowers outside the house that were washed brighter by the rain. The light and shadow intertwined, and the man lowered his head. His handsome profile was outlined by the faint light. The broken hair on his forehead covered his narrow and sharp eyes. His long hair hung down against his face, and his thin lips were slightly pursed, as if his lips were covered with water.
He always liked to wear black clothes, with dark cirrus patterns of the same color sparkling on the collar and cuffs. His black hair cascaded down from his shoulders like a waterfall. Sang Mo always had an urge to comb his hair with a jade comb.
Comb your black hair again and again.
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