My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 856

Hendrix cast a sideways glance at me and asked in a deep voice, "You don't need me to accompany you?"

I could sense that there was anger in his voice, but I still nodded and said, "I can go alone."

What should I buy?

I wandered around after walking out of KFC and couldn't find anything to buy.

Going shopping alone would make one's mood fluctuate easily, and I was feeling somewhat depressed at that moment. Why had I walked out on my own?

I clearly knew that Rowane was interested in Hendrix, but I still gave her a window of opportunity. I felt like a fool.

After wandering around for a while, I began to feel downcast. As I looked at my reflection on the store window, I would always feel uncomfortable.

It was due to my emotions, as well as my inner turmoil.

Yes, I felt inferior. The scar on my face wasn't deep, and it couldn't be noticed easily if one didn't take a careful look. However, since it was a scar, it was impossible that no traces would be left at all. Rowane was incredibly outstanding. She was truly exceptional. She was beautiful, graceful, intelligent, resolute and brave. Most men would probably fall for such a woman!

I had no idea when I had started to feel inferior. Perhaps it was from the moment I hurt my face, or even before that.

It probably started a little earlier, but it was just that it hadn't been so obvious at that time.

I decided to cut my hair.

I was a little stunned when such an idea suddenly popped into my mind. Perhaps I could cover the scar on my face with my hair.

It was easy to find a hair salon in the center of the city. On the first floor of the shopping mall, there was a hair salon.

There were two young men distributing leaflets at the door. I casually took one from them and saw that new members could enjoy washing, blowing and cutting services for nineteen dollars.

I decided to try the salon out not because it was cheap, but because I noticed that the hairstylist had quite a nice hairstyle.

I sat down after a hair wash.

The hairstylist asked, "Miss, what kind of style would you like?" "Just the same as hers!" I lifted my hand and pointed at the short-haired model on the wall. Half of her face was covered by thick bangs, which looked good on her.

The hairstylist took a glance at my hair and suggested seriously, "Miss, if you want to cover the scar on your face, you can try cutting your bangs. There's no need to cut your hair short. Your hair is beautiful." My mind went blank for a moment. So, the scar was more apparent than I had thought.

"Then, cut it! I'll give it a go."

He nodded and started working with his scissors. Accompanied with some exciting music, he said to me while trimming my hair, "Miss, you have a face that's considered beautiful by most people's standards. I suggest you try having a more trendy hairstyle. It is quite popular now. It doesn't hurt your hair, and you can maintain the hairstyle without perming or dying your hair. This hairstyle lasts quite long, around half a year."

I smiled faintly and gave him a perfunctory reply, "No, thank you!"

I hadn't changed my hairstyle for many years, so I was already used to the way I looked.

I was glad that he didn't continue to promote his suggestion after seeing that I wasn't interested.

Half an hour passed.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt that I suddenly became a few years younger. I could not help feeling a little surprised as I exclaimed, "How could..."

"Cutting bangs will make you look younger. Your skin and facial features are well-defined, so you'll look young after cutting bangs."

I smiled faintly and felt a little better.

Walking out of the hair salon, I walked along the street and occasionally looked at my reflection on the store display windows. I couldn't help thinking that maybe it would be good for me to change into a set of younger-looking clothes.

So, I went straight into the H&M store and picked out a few sets of clothes. I had chosen some overalls, white shirt and canvas shoes. It seemed that those clothes would make one look younger.