Sobbing Female Ghost

Copywriting: Late at night, Xu Zhiyao walked into the bedroom with wet hair and a hairdryer in hand. Just as I closed the door, I heard the buzzing of the hair dryer behind me. She turned around and saw a girl with hair that reached her waist standing by the wall blowing her hair. The thick hair was scattered in all directions, covering almost half of her body. Amidst the violent noise produced by the hair dryer, the girl slowly turned around, facing her and lifting her hair—— Xu Zhiyao saw himself with tears streaming down his face. Intention: Brave