That noon during lunch, Tao Zhixiang didn't have much of an appetite.
She hadn't eaten dinner last night, nor breakfast this morning, yet she didn't feel hungry at all. She hastily gobbled a few bites of food, but couldn't eat any more.
Her head ached a bit, but the physical pain was no match for the pain in her heart.
After lunch, she left the company.
Since it was lunchtime, she wanted to get some fresh air. As she kept walking, she passed by a hair salon, and from the speakers outside, the gentle voice of Liang Yongqi wafted out—
I have cut my hair short, cut off the attachment
Cutting away the split ends of unrequited love
Long and short, short and long
Inch by inch struggling
I have cut my hair short, cut off the punishment
Cutting away the embarrassment that wounded me deeply
...
In that moment, Tao Zhixiang felt her eyes grow warm!
She pushed the door open and went in. The shop assistant, seeing her enter, smiled and said, "Welcome."
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