The doctors were tending to Mo Liang, not only was he unconscious but he had lost all of his hair. Mei Mei was smiling, she could not even hide her happiness if she tried. Mo Liang was very vain when it came when it came to his appearance.
He was a walking shampoo commercial, a human peacock, a living breathing hair tutorial. Having lived with him for three years, Mei Mei knew that better than anyone. Every morning, he would wash his thick dark hair, stand before a mirror and inspect almost every strand ensuring not a single hair was out of place. If he saw a gray hair, he would run to the nearest high end hair saloon.
It was a secret but he carried a pocket mirror at all times, checking his reflection every thirty minutes or so. If he was in a restaurant or any place with reflective windows he would sit by one, preening like a majestic bird, running his fingers through his hair as if he were a rare tropical species.
