In the large floor-to-ceiling mirror, there is a face that is extremely handsome but slightly pale. The ribbon that binds the hair is pulled open little by little, and the silky long hair spreads out like a waterfall, hanging down heavily to the waist, exuding an indescribable vicissitudes and despair. On his face, there were traces of undried tears intertwined with embarrassment. Slowly raising the scissors tightly in his hand, the cold blade reflects the slightly cold light, which is particularly dazzling, the cold light flashes slightly, the scissors open and close, and the hair falls one after another, messy and sad...