Chapter 127 A-Ning’s Headscarf

The time of a top-tier celebrity is naturally precious. After getting out of the vehicle, Bai Tianjiao immediately went to the prepared room to get his makeup and styling done.

Hua Yuezan and A-Ning, acting as temporary NPCs, were also called in. They didn’t need any elaborate styling—just a few accessories relevant to the story would do.

The moment the makeup artists saw the two of them, they were utterly stunned.

Especially A-Ning’s purple eyes—they seemed to hold starlight, exuding a naturally cool and pure aura.

The makeup artist was frozen for over ten seconds before snapping back, rushing forward with an exaggeratedly excited tone: “My god! Young man, you’re way too good-looking! What brand are those contact lenses?”

A-Ning blinked: “…Contact lenses?”

Makeup artist: “Wait… are you saying these silver hair and purple eyes are natural? That’s incredible!”

A-Ning was nearly scared out of his mind. His ears flushed red, his gaze darted around in panic, and he awkwardly tried to hide behind Hua Yuezan.

Hua Yuezan smiled softly, her voice gentle with a teasing undertone: “Oh, see? I told you, people here really like your looks. You never believed me before, but now you do, right?”

The director and screenwriter were squatting on the floor, discussing filming details. Hearing the makeup artist, they looked up, and upon seeing A-Ning, their eyes immediately lit up. The two exchanged a glance and whispered a few words to each other.

Finally, the director stood up and said to the makeup artist: “Alright, this look is perfect and suits the environment here. Today, we’ll do this styling for Xiaobai.”

The “Xiaobai” in question was none other than the top celebrity, Bai Tianjiao.

After saying that, the director suddenly remembered A-Ning beside him. He quickly turned to him, slowing his tone and speaking politely: “Excuse me… I hope you don’t mind?”

This type of show didn’t have a host, but the director had already heard that the program was initiated by the station’s host, Brother Li, and that his name even appeared on the production list. Clearly, he valued this show highly. Before arriving, he had also specifically emphasized that the resort owner had a very strong background, so everyone here should speak politely.

A-Ning was completely stunned. His lips parted slightly, his face full of confusion and disbelief. What? People actually like how I look… and they even want to copy my look? Are these people crazy?

He stayed frozen for a while before slowly regaining his composure. His gaze was still somewhat dazed, but he gently nodded, hesitating a little: “…Okay.”

Soon, the staff brought Bai Tianjiao over and explained the situation.

Unexpectedly, Bai Tianjiao’s personality was extremely good-natured. He had none of the usual superstar arrogance. After hearing the explanation, he immediately smiled and agreed: “No problem at all. This look really is great.”

Makeup began. The staff put a silver wig on Bai Tianjiao and added purple contact lenses, carefully adjusting every detail to make his look exactly match A-Ning’s.

Throughout the process, the makeup artists and surrounding staff didn’t stop complimenting them—one moment praising A-Ning’s naturally beautiful silver hair, the next marveling at his purple eyes, then saying that standing together, the two of them looked like twins, equally stunning.

When Bai Tianjiao finally put on the wig and lenses and looked in the mirror, he couldn’t help but glance at A-Ning with a sincere smile, his voice full of admiration: “My contacts really don’t compare to your eyes. Yours are just… so beautiful. They naturally shine, far more natural than lenses. It’s like there are stars in them.”

Hearing this, A-Ning’s body stiffened slightly. A faint blush rose on his cheeks. His fingers instinctively clutched at the edge of his clothes, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

Ever since he was a child, his silver hair and purple eyes had set him apart, and he had often been talked about, even called a “monster,” chased, beaten, and insulted. No one had ever sincerely complimented him on his looks. Even here, he had always assumed that any praise from tourists was out of politeness, just to make him feel better.

But now, the makeup artist’s admiration, the staff’s astonishment, and the genuine praise from top star Bai Tianjiao made him truly feel it—these people really thought he was good-looking. They genuinely liked how he looked. A warm rush filled his chest, his eyes slightly misting. He quickly lowered his head and whispered, “Thank you.”

At that moment, a stylist looked at the old headscarf on A-Ning’s head and asked, “Do you want to replicate this headscarf in the styling?”

The makeup artist leaned over, examining the old scarf that had started to pill and fray at the edges. She sighed: “Young man, this scarf is all pilled. You don’t need to wear it. Your hair is so beautiful, there’s no need to hide it like this.”

The hairstylist nodded gently, her tone soft:
“Let me trim your hair a little. It looks like it hasn’t been cut in a while, the ends are a bit split. Trimming it will make it neater, prettier, and better for filming.”

Hearing this, A-Ning immediately became uneasy. His fingers gripped the edges of the headscarf tightly, his eyes darting around nervously, and he instinctively turned toward Miao Yunyou, who was playing with her phone in the corner.

Miao Yunyou read his eyes. She didn’t say a word, just smiled at him and nodded slightly, silently mouthing: It’s up to you.

Miao Yunyou was never the type to force someone into a decision. She knew that A-Ning’s headscarf was more than just a piece of cloth—it was a shackle he had worn for years to hide his insecurities and protect himself. If he could muster the courage to remove it and face himself, she would give him full praise and encouragement. If he wasn’t ready, she would stand by him, waiting for the next right moment, never pushing him even an inch.

Life is hard enough—go at your own pace.

Don’t always force someone out of their comfort zone. If it were really so bad, it wouldn’t be called a comfort zone.

A-Ning looked at Miao Yunyou, silent for a long moment. His fingers trembled slightly as he slowly loosened his grip on the scarf. He took a deep breath, as if making a huge decision. His voice was small but carried determination: “…Then… I won’t wear it.”

Removing the scarf was also removing the shackles in his heart—it was the start of accepting himself.

He slowly lifted his hands, trembling slightly, and took off the old scarf. His silver hair instantly fell down, draping over his shoulders—soft, smooth, and shimmering faintly in the light.

The surrounding staff immediately went quiet, all eyes on him, filled with awe. Some even drew a sharp breath: “This… is way too beautiful!”