Mu Chenxi left the coffee shop and walked forward alone.
A gust of wind came, lifting her waist-length hair.
Her hair fluttered in the wind, obstructing her view.
Mu Chenxi raised her hand and hooked up her long curls.
"I've cut my hair short, cut off my attachment, and cut off the unloved split ends..."
It was Liang Yongqi's "Short Hair," as she followed the song, she saw a hair salon.
"A clean break, your sweet nothings, your lies."
Mu Chenxi's steps paused slightly, then she stepped in.
"Beauty, what hairstyle would you like to change to?"
A hairdresser greeted her warmly.
"Cut it short," Mu Chenxi spoke softly.
"Alright."
The hairdresser had the apprentice wash her hair first.
After Mu Chenxi had her hair washed and was sitting in the chair, the hairdresser lifted her long hair and asked for her input, "Beauty, how short would you like it? Is this length okay?"
The hairdresser symbolically measured about half a finger's length.