Upon the Arctic Ocean, the Thesus advanced steadily, cleaving waves and crushing drift ice.
In the foggy bathroom.
Soap created lather, cleaning every pore thoroughly.
The sharp razor glided around the corner of the mouth, tipping the last bit of stubble into the trash can.
The superfluous hair at the temples was removed, leaving a refreshed feeling.
Bi Fang lifted his head from the basin, excess water flowing down, dripping off his jaw and rippling the surface; he relaxed completely as he placed a warm towel on his face.
"Shhh~"
"Comfortable."
He casually threw the towel into the laundry basket, and the young man's spirited reflection reappeared in the mirror, full of vigor.
The hair covering his ears was neatly trimmed; one couldn't tell he had just spent a hundred days surviving alone in the wilderness.
With practice, Bi Fang had honed a passable hairdressing skill. Styling might be a bit challenging, but shaving off the excess length to keep a clean look was simple.
