Seeing that Song Ci was determined to cut her hair, the nurse asked, "How short?"
Song Ci pointed to a spot above her shoulders, but worried that Han Zhan liked girls with even shorter hair, she pointed just below her ears. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Cut it until… this level at my neck."
"Okay."
The nurse cut Song Ci's hair according to her instructions. It was over quickly. The nurse gathered up some cut-off hair and handed it to Song Ci. With regret lacing her voice, she said, "Such beautiful hair. It's a pity to cut it off."
Song Ci clutched the remains of her hair tightly. Her long lashes quivered as the rims of her eyes turned red.
She smiled. "It will be worth it."
Using a head of hair in exchange for a year with Han Zhan. Song Ci felt it was worth it.
