Chapter 67 Look Good


    Jude was really good at pulling somebody''s hair. He went straight for the top of my head.


    I was even starting to worry that my coworkers would notice I''m developing a bald spot. If that happened, I''d probably be the next joke in thepany group chat.


    During lunch break, I went alone to the wig shop behind the hospital. I still remembered the little girl undergoing chemotherapy telling me they had pretty twin tails there.


    I used to be terrified of wigs. They always gave me a strange, eerie feeling.


    But the moment I stepped into the store, I was surprised to find that it was full of hope. Wigs of all kinds lined the walls, and business was bustling. There were quite a few customers inside.


    When the shop owner saw me, she greeted me warmly.


    She said, "Hey sweetheart, looking for a particr style? Want me to show you around? Our wigs are the real deal, no synthetic fibers here! They''llst you a long time!"


    She looked about the same age as me, with a head of shiny, jet-ck hair. I couldn''t help but feel a little envious.


    But then, to my surprise, she took her wig off, revealing apletely bald head underneath.


    She said, "Jealous? You can totally pull it off. Our wigs are super pretty. You''re so good-looking. Even bald, you''d still outshine me. Don''t be scared."


    Her enthusiasm was contagious. After some thought, I chose a wig that resembled my current short hairstyle.


    As she helped me try it on, she kept chatting, saying how wigs are super popr


    overseas.


    She exined, "Every year, wigs sold abroad bring in big bucks. It''s just that people here haven''t really caught on yet. Actually, lots of young girls wear wigs now. Don''t let it get to your head."


    I looked at her a little anxiously, my eyes beginning to sting. They wore wigs for beauty. I had no choice. It wasn''t the same.


    She seemed to sense my sadness and gently asked, "Chemo, huh? Yeah... me too. Don''t worry, okay?"


    I stared at her in shock. Her face was glowing, and she even looked a bit chubby, nothing like someone going through chemotherapy.


    She pinched her cheek. "I know, right? A bit plump? Gotta eat more! With this kind of illness, it''s easy to lose weight like you." She added, "But don''t worry, your hair will grow back a few months after chemo. Happened to mest time. After two or three months, it starteding in again."


    I looked at her in disbelief. She was just like me.


    Except back then, I had only been on medication abroad, no chemo involved.


    She patted my shoulder. "Second rpse. Yeah. But hey, I''m still alive six yearster. That''s a win. You have to believe in medicine, work hard, and focus on staying alive, right?"


    Looking into her eyes full of hope, I choked up and nodded. "I''ve rpsed a second time too."


    She smiled. "Then it''s fate! I''ll give you 20% off! And a free haircut too?" She nced at the top of my head. I knew she had noticed the thinning hair.


    I looked around the shop hesitantly, unsure where the haircut would happen.


    But she pulled out a buzzer from behind the counter. “No big technique involved. When ites to shaving heads, I''m a pro."


    She was so yful and humorous that I couldn''t help but smile.


    Still, watching what little hair I had left fall away, I couldn''t hold back my tears.


    Luckily, she worked quickly and had the wig on me in no time. "See? Gorgeous, right? Looks just like your original hair. Honestly, even better!"


    "If you ever get tired of the short hair,e back and try a long one. I''ve got all kinds, different styles, different colors, super pretty." As she spoke, she put on a pink twin-tail wig herself.


    She asked, "Do I look like Harley Quinn? Cool, right?


    Sessfully unlocked!


    I smiled and nodded. My mood had lifted quite a bitter


    But back at the office, I kept worrying that the wig might fall off.


    Thankfully, the owner had picked out just the right size for me. I shook my head a few times to test it, and it stayed


    perfectly in ce. No one at work noticed a thing, which helped me finally rx.


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