Under the light, the man's chiseled face was still incredibly handsome. However, his slightly furrowed brows betrayed his unrest. Zhan Se bit her lip, scrutinizing his features bit by bit until her gaze finally landed on the top of his head, and she gently lifted her hand.
Emperor Quan turned his head away, "What's wrong?"
"Don't move!" She growled at him, straightening up to grasp his head, her fingertips halted at a spot on the top of his head, her brow furrowed as she whispered, "Why do you have a gray hair?"
Bowing his head slightly, Emperor Quan let her rummage through his hair, "I'm getting old!"
Old? You're not even thirty yet." With a bit of force, Zhan Se plucked the gray hair, examining it under the light and said nonchalantly, "It's not that you're getting old, but that you have too many worries."
Emperor Quan fell silent.
