At that moment, the Hairdresser was trying his best to control his expression… to make it appear he wasn't losing control.
The overwhelming emotions of the "Song Sparrow" Simulated Personality were like the beach at high tide.
What were once fortresses, footprints, and scuttling crabs left on the sandy ground were now completely submerged and cleansed by the rising tide.
—It was a tide of joy.
Reunion, return.
As for the anger over being deceived and having wasted emotions, it was like shallow footprints on the sand, washed away in an instant.
But what followed was panic.
Because at that moment, the only thing that made the Hairdresser's face slightly different was his light makeup.
At most, it was his anger earlier, when his fury had snapped the band holding his hair, allowing his ponytailed hair to cascade down his shoulders… giving him an even more mature and gloomy aura. He looked as if he were about to summon an electronic dragon.
