After Maureen had left home, Liam decided to head out after taking a shower and grabbing his keys.
Ten minutes later, he stepped into a familiar private hair salon.
As soon as he entered, the stylist hastily vacated the place, escorting him up to the third floor. "
Mr. Williams, a trim? A trim will be more invigorating." In the mirror, Liam boasted a head of fiery red, assertive short hair, but his mood today was evidently somewhat low.
Unlike his usual languid and casual demeanour during previous visits, he looked cool and weary, struggling to keep his eyelids up.
The stylist spotted Liam with a lowered gaze, leaving one to guess what he was thinking.
After a while, he finally lifted his eyes and said, "Dye it black." "Dye it black?"
The stylist was taken aback: "You've never considered dying it black before."
Deep black hair, deep black brows and eyes, pale skin, would all make him resemble his elder brother.