Su Shallow lay in bed, a pair of sleeping eyes with a tired face, how can not open.

Almost a month after the funeral of Xia Muyang, Su Shaanshao spent in bed. He seldom went out, only once in a hurricane. He sent himself a lot of food and told himself that he was going on a business trip and would not return home recently.

After so long rest, Su Shaoxiao looked out of the window at the leaves of tung tree which had sprouted new branches and buds. Suddenly, he felt that he should wake up.

Get up slowly, only to find that his short hair has grown to...