Hey! Keep Your Hands Off My Hair!

Two male leads, one-on-one. Quick transmigration? Infinite worlds? [To be decided. I’ll revise the blurb after I’ve written a little more.]

Long ago, there was a little liar. He heard someone say, “When my hair reaches my waist, will you marry me?”

He thought it was so romantic that he said those words to someone else, then left.

The other person waited and waited, until the little liar drifted away with the wind and their hair grew longer and longer.

Later, he knelt before a stone and asked, “Why haven’t you come to marry me yet?”