"Both of you, want to get a haircut?" Jiang Yan turned her head to glance at Ye Qing and Sun Jingtao, feeling somewhat emotional.
Sun Jingtao's hair had grown nearly shoulder-length.
The red and black hairband that Ye Qing had used in the Shallow Bay District was now on his head.
The color had faded to white, and at the broken ends, one could see traces of mending.
Back in Anming, Sun Jingtao always kept the habit of trimming his hair regularly.
After all, keeping a crew cut had become a habit in the team.
After the apocalypse began, the couple taught themselves and became each other's personal hairdressers.
Later on, as the temperature dropped sharply and the ground was covered in ice and snow, they stopped trimming their hair for the sake of warmth.
After arriving at Flame Base, Sun Jingtao was recuperating from injuries, and it just continued to grow.
Unexpectedly, without shampoo or conditioner, the hair, like fertilized leeks, actually grew very well.