Sweet Wife in My Arms

e stuff unrepeated, like how the blue clothes really did not suit her.

Sun Yuhan ran her hands through her hair.

She had never taken special care of her hair, or dyed it.
Whenever it grew out, she took the trouble of shortening it herself.

“Only if you come with me,” she said, prodding at the rice again.

“Okay,” said Jiu Yue.
He was playing the yes-man, perhaps after realizing he had hurt her with his careless speech.

That appeased Sun Yuhan.
As she ate, she thought about what kind of hairstyle she should be getting.
Maybe she could get the same one as the Yan Huan lookalike who bought the same dress as her today.
Her hair didn’t look bad.

When they were about to head out, however, they found the sky dusking and overcast.
Even the wind felt humid.

Jiu Yue gazed at the moonless sky.

“Let’s go,” Sun Yuhan took his arm.
“What are you standing here for?”

“I’ll go get an umbrella,” said Jiu Yue, remembering about the rain alert he had heard from the weather forecast.
It wouldn’t hurt to be prepared, he thought.
He went into his room, grabbed an umbrella, and set off with Sun Yuhan.

They ended up at a large salon, staffed by young, handsome guys in their twenties.
They were all clean and well-groomed, without rocking any hairstyles too shocking to the eye.

Once Sun Yuhan sat down on the chair, someone washed her hair, while someone else massaged her shoulders.
At first, the over-the-top services made her a little uncomfortable, but soon she found herself enjoying it.

Jiu Yue sat on the sofa outside, irritated by the smell of shampoo and the drumming of dyers.

Suddenly, he heard the pitter-patter of rain.
His hands tightened around the umbrella he was holding.
As he had expected, it had begun to rain.
A heavy rain, too.

The sound of rain swelled, and raindrops followed the wind where it went.
In the intensifying rain, the light from various sources wavered.

The barber said something to Sun Yuhan, which provoked a chuckle.
Her hair was in curls, and she was sitting below a machine that had weird antennas all over it.
It was a weird sight.
To a woman, it might seem normal; to a man, it was weird, creepy, and incomprehensible.

There are some things men would never understand; like why women go through the hassle of straightening their hair and curling them back, then repeating the same process over and over again, as though it would give them insomnia if they skipped the ritual.
Black hair was pretty, yet they had to dye it into the colors of the rainbow.
Wasn’t that strange?

On the same note, there were things women could never understand about men; like how they could stand watching soccer for the entire day, and why they never bother to haggle.

Come to think about it, men and women have entirely different ways of viewing the same world.

The rain was still falling, and the number of pedestrians had decreased greatly.
On the empty street, all that remained were the lampposts on both sides of the street that illuminated the road leading to god knows where.

At times, a car would zoom past, sometimes gently, and sometimes obnoxiously, stirring up dirty water and giving the pedestrians a free shower.
Resigned, the drenched pedestrians could only dip their heads and mutter a curse.