Leng Yu Yan ran over to Ye Yiheng, looked up at him, and asked, "I returned the comb to him, can you tell me what it means when a man gives a woman a comb?"
Although she did not want to know what Jiang Xuan meant by giving her a comb, she was curious about the wooden comb he had made for her.
Ye Yiheng stood before her, his eyes clear and lustrous like jade, carrying gentle ripples and a shallow smile. "A comb is used to comb hair, symbolizing growing old together and entwined lives forever."
To think there was such deep meaning behind it, she had naively thought it was simply a man showing interest in a woman by giving her a comb to express his feelings.
Hearing the profound implication, she quickly pulled someone back to the room.
After closing the door, she asked in a soft voice, "Does the wooden comb you gave me carry the same meaning?"
Ye Yiheng replied, "More or less."
His voice was cool, with a hint of nonchalance.
She asked again, "What do you mean by 'more or less'?"
