For Xu Mumu, the days of being newlywed feel like living through constant turmoil, especially at night.
The next day, while Xu Mumu was at home teaching a group of kids some speech techniques, she saw her mom walk in with bright red, curly hair.
Xu Mumu was momentarily breathless; this hairstyle is just too much, you could scare someone to death if you get up at night to use the bathroom.
"Mumu, how is it? Does it look good?" Li Caixia touched her hair with some pride. She had been admiring herself in the salon mirror for quite a while—she thought she looked better the more she looked.
"Good, it looks good." Facing her mom's expectant gaze, Xu Mumu silently uttered a lie. Oh well, mom would be leaving in a few days; better let her go blind others instead.
"I knew you'd think it looks good too. If you had come with me, you could have had the same style, we could match," Li Caixia said regretfully.
