The Timid White-Haired Girl Doesn't Want to Be Conquered

"Can't you get even this little thing right? Don't come in tomorrow!"

In a bustling city on a noisy night, the boss pointed at Su Mo and berated him in the chaotic kitchen of a crowded restaurant.

He'd only broken a plate by accident, yet this was how he was treated. Was it just because he was quiet and reserved?

"Here's your pay for today. Get lost."

After leaving the restaurant, Su Mo deliberately found an empty alley. He slowly made his way toward his rented room beneath the faint moonlight.

Head bowed, he thought about the hopeless future ahead of him.

When other people were aloof, silent, and cold-eyed, they were considered charming. When he didn't speak, people scolded him and found him annoying.

The next morning, he woke up with long white hair spread across his pillow. Thinking it was a dream, Su Mo reached out to experience this wonderful "dream" for himself.

It was quite something, everywhere.

Then she fell asleep, exhausted. She didn't regret what she'd done until the alarm woke her and she realized it hadn't been a dream.

Hurry and wash the sheets! Otherwise, she'll have to sleep on the floor tonight!