"Are you calling me rubbish?" he wrinkles his nose and pouts, but he doesn't pull his hand back or stop Xingchen from grabbing the comb. Maybe he is rubbish. Maybe his whole life has been rubbish. Ying tilts her head back and blinks up at him peacefully. Be calm.

"I'll leave that to you, daozhang." he smiles faintly and grabs his leaf ornament - shaped out of silver, "As long as you include this."

Because he likes his little leaf, okay?