When He Yingdong received the call and rushed over, it was already an hour later.
By then, when he dragged Li Jiaqi out of the hair salon, her luscious long hair had already been cut off.
The once soft and shiny black hair had turned into a neat short bob, dyed in bright colors, just like a little delinquent from the streets.
Her gentle and sweet face now looked particularly wild and playful.
If she put on heavy makeup, she would look like a streetwalker...
He looked down at her, a large hand nearly crushing her slender arm.
"You're really something, lying in a hospital bed for so many days, and the moment you wake up, you're bouncing everywhere! Tell me, if I don't keep an eye on you, will you just go wild?"
"Ha, it's my hair I cut, what does it have to do with you?"
She looked at him, smiling innocently.
Yes, she wanted to cut off her long hair, to sever the past.
She had died once.
This time, she wanted to live differently than before.
