Huo Dongfang reached out and grasped Ye Fanxing's long hair.

His slender fingers ran through his dark hair, exuding an intense ambiguity.

"Uncle Huo, I'm ready."

Huo Dongfang held scissors in one hand and hair in the other. He took a deep breath and gently cut a strand short.

Huo Dongfang's hands are fast, ruthless, and precise.

"Star, it's not too late for you to back out!"

Ye Fanxing gently closed her eyes and made up her mind.

"Uncle Huo, let's cut it."

Huo Dongfang was cutting Ye Fanxing's long hair. He would cut off a strand and gently place it on the newspaper next to him, arranging them neatly.

His eyes are the measure.

In less than half an hour, Huo Dongfang cut Ye Fanxing's long, black, and shiny hair to ear length.

When Ye Fanxing had long hair, she appeared pure and gentle, while with short hair, she looked clean and neat.

Her already beautiful features now possess an even more dashing and heroic air.

When Huo Dongfang saw Ye Fanxing like this, a strange feeling welled up in his heart, like a sudden rain shower on a hot summer afternoon.

"Uncle Huo, you did a really good job cutting it."

Ye Fanxing reached out and gently brushed her short hair aside.

"From now on, you can cut my hair."

Huo Dongfang tore up the newspaper and wrapped the hair that Ye Fanxing had cut off in the newspaper.

"Xingxing, do you want to go look in the mirror at the bottom of the stairs?"

Ye Fanxing turned around and looked into Huo Dongfang's eyes with a smile.

Ye Fanxing's smiling face was reflected in Huo Dongfang's eyes.

"Your eyes are a mirror; I look so beautiful."

In Huo Dongfang's eyes, Ye Fanxing was beautiful and wonderful, like a flower blooming under the rising sun, so beautiful that it was intoxicating.

Huo Dongfang looked away uncomfortably, and said coldly and distantly, "It's getting late, I'll take you back to your dorm."

"No need, I can go back by myself."

Ye Fanxing waved lightly at Huo Dongfang.

"Uncle Huo, see you tomorrow."

Ye Fanxing deliberately didn't bother to clean up her cut hair, trusting that Huo Dongfang would carefully keep it safe.

Just as Ye Fanxing had predicted, Huo Dongfang straightened his hair strand by strand and tied it together with a rubber band.

Logically, Huo Dongfang should have thrown away the cut hair, but he didn't.

He carefully tucked the hair away and placed it in his luggage.

Night was falling.

Huo Dongfang took a shower and then lay down on the bed.

The glass window is open.

The evening breeze stirred the curtains.

The chirping of cicadas and croaking of frogs could be clearly heard in the distance.

As soon as Huo Dongfang closed his eyes, Ye Fanxing appeared before him.

The sensation of long hair slipping through his fingertips remained etched in his subconscious.

In his mind, Ye Fanxing's smiling face appeared.

There's Ye Fanxing's charming and alluring appearance after being drugged by Cheng Jian, her tearful yet reasoned argument, and her assertive and domineering demeanor in protecting him.

Ye Fanxing seems to have a thousand different appearances.

Yet these thousand different appearances are deeply imprinted on Huo Dongfang's heart.

Huo Dongfang felt a strange, inexplicable restlessness rising in his heart.

He simply opened his eyes, got dressed, and started running on the playground.

One lap after another.

The restlessness in my heart had not yet dissipated.

Huo Dongfang didn't know how long he had been running, so he simply sat down on the steps and looked up at the dazzling stars above.

But when Huo Dongfang looked at the dazzling stars above him, the image that came to mind was Ye Fanxing with her short haircut that night.

Sitting by the window, Ye Fanxing saw people running on the playground so late at night and wondered strangely, "Is night running popular these days?"

To better complete her tasks, Ye Fanxing reviews her actions each day and writes in her diary no matter how busy she is.

She wrote in her diary, stroke by stroke.

She wrote in her diary that Huo Dongfang had cut off her long hair.

She wrote that she liked the short haircut Huo Dongfang had given her.

Actually, she didn't like this hairstyle. If it weren't for the military medical university requiring female students to have short hair, Ye Fanxing wouldn't have been willing to cut her long hair.

Ye Fanxing has an inexplicable obsession with long hair.

This was probably because when she was little, other girls in the village would have long hair, and their mothers would comb it for them. Even if it was just two braids with a section of red yarn tied at the end, Ye Fanxing thought it looked incredibly beautiful.

At that time, Ye Fanxing had short hair, the kind that only boys would cut.

Why short hair?

It was because her biological mother said that long hair was troublesome to wash and comb, while short hair was more convenient.

As a result, Ye Fanxing, even after growing up, always liked to keep her hair long, as if this could make up for her childhood regrets.

After finishing her diary entry, Ye Fanxing washed up and turned off the lights.

The next day, Ye Fanxing got up early to wash up and had breakfast with Huo Dongfang in the cafeteria.

Huo Dongfang had to attend a meeting, so Ye Fanxing had no choice but to return to her dormitory to study alone.

In order to cure Huo Dongfang's hidden illness, Ye Fanxing did not find the medical books boring at all.

She carefully flipped through the medical books, meticulously memorizing every prescription.

Just as Ye Fanxing was engrossed in reading, a new classmate arrived at the dormitory.

"Lolo, there are still several days until the registration deadline. You're arriving at school way too early."

Jiang Luoluo said reproachfully, "You've been talking the whole way, aren't you tired of it!"

Looking at the simple dormitory, Ye Ruyi said to Jiang Luoluo with heartache, "Luoluo, why don't we make up the beds in the dormitory first and then go home to live?"

Jiang Luoluo sat in a chair, ordering Ye Ruyi around, "Can you please stop talking so much nonsense? It's so noisy!"

Ye Ruyi shut her mouth helplessly and silently made the bed for Jiang Luoluo.

While Ye Ruyi was making the bed for Jiang Luoluo, Jiang Luoluo walked up behind Ye Fanxing, who was reading a book.

Ye Fanxing noticed someone behind her. She quickly closed the book and turned around to look at Jiang Luoluo.

"New roommate?"

Jiang Luoluo extended her hand to Ye Fanxing in a generous manner.

"Hello, I am Jiang Luoluo."

Ye Fanxing gently squeezed Jiang Luoluo's hand back and said in a clear voice, "Ye Fanxing."

The name "Ye Fanxing" struck Ye Ruyi like a thunderbolt.

Ye Ruyi subconsciously wanted to look at Ye Fanxing, but she was so startled that she bumped into the bed frame.

"Hey, be careful! You're so clumsy!" Jiang Luoluo heard Ye Ruyi bump into something with a "bang" and walked over to Ye Ruyi with an impatient look. "Are you alright?"

Ye Ruyi reached out and rubbed her head, which was sore from the bump, and carefully looked at Ye Fanxing sitting by the window through the gap between her arm and the bed frame.

Ye Fanxing was facing away from the light, and the sunlight by the window was particularly strong, so much so that Ye Ruyi couldn't see Ye Fanxing's face at all.

She had no way of knowing whether the Ye Fanxing in front of her was her and Ye Heping's daughter.