Dubian Che lay in bed, thinking about the events of the day.
He kept thinking about that phrase—
"You're too close to Kiyono Lin to think clearly, you can't objectively look at her, you think everything from her perspective."
Thinking calmly, looking at things objectively, these almost impossible tasks.
Every time he saw Kiyono Lin, Dubian Che felt she seemed to become more beautiful, as if radiating a glow.
To look beyond her eyes, her smile, her elegantly long hair, her figure clear and stern like lake water, to see what she really looked like—
Unless he wasn't himself, no way he could ever manage it.
Jiutiao Meijie came out of the bathroom: "Help me blow-dry my hair."
Dubian Che sat up, adjusted the hair dryer's temperature, and methodically blow-dried her hair.
Jiutiao Meijie's long hair was extremely gorgeous, different from Kiyono Lin's; one was black and shiny like lead paint, the other deep and enchanting like the night.
