When He Yingdong received the call and rushed over, an hour had already passed.
By then, when he pulled Li Jiaqi out of the hair salon, her long, beautiful hair had been cut off.
What used to be soft, jet-black long hair had turned into a neat short bob, dyed in various colors, looking like a street punk.
Her gentle and cute little face now appeared particularly wild and playful.
If she put on heavy makeup, she'd look just like a street girl outside...
He looked down at her, his large hand quickly gripping her slender arm tightly.
"You've got some nerve, lying in bed for so many days, yet once awake you can bounce around everywhere! Tell me, if I don't keep an eye on you, aren't you just going to fly off into the sky?"
"Ha, it's my hair that I cut, what's it to you?"
She looked at him, smiling with innocent eyes.
Yes, she wanted to cut off her long hair and sever the past.
She'd died once.
This time she wanted to live differently from the past.
