The hairpin came loose, and the neat bun was pulled down with it, tearing at her scalp until it hurt.,Without hesitation, Ye Liuli rushed forward, parting the man's hair to examine his wounds and tearing open his clothes to bandage him.,"The King, of course, is good. It's just that he's tired," her voice was soft, but crisp like a yellow oriole singing, tender and gentle, "Since the King is asleep, let's discuss anything else tomorrow."。