Lin Xiaoxiao felt that before she went out today, she must have been possessed by something unclean. First, when she woke up in the morning, her pink and purple highlighted hair became like a chicken coop because she forgot to blow-dry it the night before. No matter how she combed it, her hair became frayed. In the end, she could only go out with a crooked bun on her head. Then on the way to a coffee shop to work part-time, I stepped on a loose floor tile, almost sprained my foot, and spilled half of the soy milk I just bought for breakfast on my bright yellow sweatshirt. Now she looks like a stray cat that just crawled out of a trash can and got sprayed with paint.
