Song Yitang put down her things and hurried to the mirror.
The hairstylist looked at her with confusion, the scissors poised to start, but froze in action.
Despite the confusion, the hairstylist still cut the hair as Song Yitang instructed, adhering to the adage that 'the customer is always right'.
Yu Haixiu had planned to get a short haircut for ease of care, but at Song Yitang's suggestion, she ended up with a medium-length cut.
After some trimming, the new hairstyle made Yu Haixiu look several years younger, and she couldn't stop touching her new look.
Yu Haixiu stood in front of the mirror for a long time, unable to move.
"You're really amazing, you even know about hairstyling?"
"Not really, I've just read some related books."
It hadn't been in vain that she stayed up late into the night yesterday; she had remembered something useful after all.
