Sheng Shuihe finished his breakfast, glum.

He was squinting at Sheng Weiqiao throughout the breakfast, wondering if she was really unaware of the appalling deeds that she had done last night, or was she assuming calmness like he?

Then he saw that the girl seated herself in front of the bronze mirror and fiddled with her comb, courageously determined to do the hair by herself after her declaration of banishing herself from the breakfast table and sticking with her ...