"I won't eat!" An Shuchao pushed the cake aside, her eyes intently fixed on Bai Xue, "Do you also think that your man is useless? Even if I tell him he's been bullied, it's pointless?"
"No," Bai Xue shook her head, how could she dare to say anything!
After speaking, she feared that she might even lose her life over it.
An Shuchao relentlessly pressed on, seeing that she couldn't muddle through this, she had no choice but to bring up the story she crafted the night before, "Old An, don't be scared when I tell you this!"
"Speak!" An Shuchao stared at her.
Bai Xue said through gritted teeth, "I'm saying, what if I ran into a 'ghost barber'? Do you believe that?"
In the ignorant and backward village, there were such superstitions. Before in An Hao village, such things had happened—hair that was fine during the day, but come morning, it was falling out in clumps.
