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Lin Banxia looked at Zhou Xunhuan, whose eyes were red-rimmed, and asked softly:

"Little brother, who is this Chang Le you're talking about?"

Zhou Xunhuan clutched the broken hair in his palm, his nose tingling slightly, and he responded in a low voice:

"Chang Le is my friend, and I grew my hair long for her."

Lin Banxia asked softly:

"Oh? What happened? Can you tell me about it?"

Zhou Xunhuan clutched the severed hair in his hand, his knuckles turning white, his voice choked with emotion:

"She had a very serious case of leukemia. Chemotherapy made her lose all her hair, and she refused to go out, saying she was ugly."

"That day she leaned against the window, watching the children fly kites with envy, and whispered, 'I want to go out and fly a kite too, but I don't have any hair.'"

"I made a promise with her that I would give her a full head of beautiful hair, long enough to reach her waist, so that she could go out and fly a kite with a smile, just like everyone else."

"I've kept it for three years, carefully nurturing it... but today it's broken..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xunhuan's tears streamed down his face, landing on the broken hair in his palm.

Lin Banxia looked at Lu Xuan with expectant eyes:

"Brother Lu Xuan, do you have a way to help him?"

Lu Xingyao, standing to the side, also looked at him expectantly, humming anxiously in a low voice, "Ah ah..."

"Okay, I'll help."

Lu Xuan's heart stirred, and he raised his hand to gently brush the top of his messy hair.

Molecular-level growth catalysis energy spreads silently, and broken hair strands heal and grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a moment, the previously messy and damaged long hair was restored to its original state, hanging down like ebony, smooth and shiny.

Zhou Xunhuan's eyes widened suddenly. He raised his hand to touch his hair, muttering in disbelief:

"Huh? My hair... is all better?"

Lin Banxia handed over a clean pair of scissors and said softly:

"Go ahead and cut it. You have enough hair to make a really nice hairstyle."

Zhou Xunhuan took the scissors with trembling hands and carefully cut off his long hair all by himself, his fingertips devoutly weaving, every movement extremely serious.

Lin Banxia stood quietly to the side, not interfering.

The moonlight fell on her profile, gentle and clean.

As Lu Xuan looked at her, the goodwill he already felt for her intensified.

Lu Xingyao squatted down to the side, taking out some snacks and eating them slowly, completely unaware of the undercurrents around her.

Lu Xuan quietly gathered spiritual energy at his fingertips, his gaze slightly darkening, and he murmured to himself:

"How about we try to save them?"

The words had barely left his lips when a cold, emotionless voice suddenly exploded deep within his mind:

"There are ironclad rules in martial arts, but fate is the fate of ordinary people."

Saving one person can change one's life; saving ten thousand people can change ten thousand lives.

If everyone defies fate and tries to change their destiny, then no one's fate will be in their own hands.

Changing one's fate is not enough to bring disaster to the world, but if the strong can do whatever they want.

Order collapsed, and the world descended into chaos.

Avoid getting involved in cause and effect, and let nature take its course!

Lu Xuan's expression suddenly hardened, his spiritual energy abruptly froze, and he shouted sharply:

"Who?"

No one responded.

-

In the hospital ward, Su Changle lay on the bed, his bald head making his face appear even paler.

His lips were chapped, and his eyes were filled with longing for the outside world, yet also with a deep sense of inferiority.

Seeing Zhou Xunhuan walk in, she forced a smile, her voice as weak as a wisp of smoke:

"Ah Huan, you're here!"

Zhou Xunhuan walked quickly to the bedside, holding the braided long hair in his hands, his eyes reddening, his voice choked with emotion:

"Changle, I kept my promise."

Su Changle's gaze fell on the long hair—

Her jet-black hair was soft and smooth, adorned with her favorite pink ribbon.

The room was bathed in warm light, so beautiful that it made her heart skip a beat.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and tears instantly streamed down her pale cheeks.

"Ah Huan...your hair..."

Su Changle stretched out her trembling fingertips and gently touched Zhou Xunhuan's newly cut stubble.

She gently stroked the long, smooth, black hair again, her voice choked with emotion and almost incoherent:

"It looks so good... Ah Huan, you cut off your hair that you'd been growing for three years for me..."

"I'm a boy, so it's pointless for me to have such long hair. Besides, hair can grow back after it's cut."

Zhou Xunhuan lowered his eyes, his tone soft yet firm, and carefully raised his hand to put her long hair back on.

The size fit her perfectly, concealing her bald head flawlessly.

"Wear it and you can go out and play like before, and fly your favorite kite."

Su Changle gripped his hand tightly.

She cried, her whole body trembling, burying her face in his shoulder, sobbing repeatedly, her voice filled with happiness and emotion:

"I like it so much... Thank you... Ah Huan... It's so good to have you..."

"You're welcome, we're good friends, it's only right!"

Zhou Xunhuan gently patted her back, his eyes tender.

That night, Su Changle was unusually energetic.

A touch of color returned to her pale cheeks, and her eyes shone like newly lit stars.

She clutched Zhou Xunhuan's clothes, her voice trembling softly, yet unable to conceal her overwhelming joy:

"Ah Huan, I want to go for a walk... just a short one."

Zhou Xunhuan nodded immediately, carefully helped her out of bed, and tucked her thin coat, which had been ruffled by the wind, into her clothes.

The night was gentle, and the moonlight, like water, spilled onto the path leading to the hospital.

The streetlights cast long, swaying shadows of the two people, like a painting too beautiful to touch.

Su Changle, wearing that long, black hair, walked slowly but unwilling to stop.

She looked up at the moon, then down at the bench, smiling as if it were the happiest moment of her life.

"Ah Huan, look, don't I look the same as before?"

She gently brushed her hair aside, her eyes gleaming with moonlight.

"Same here, it's especially beautiful."

Zhou Xunhuan's eyes reddened, but he forced a smile.

They walked past the flowerbeds and the open space where children flew kites during the day.

Su Changle's breathing grew lighter and lighter, her steps slower and slower, yet she refused to stop.

"I haven't been this happy in a long time..."

She leaned on Zhou Xunhuan's shoulder, her voice as soft as a feather.

Zhou Xunhuan's throat tightened, and he could only support her as they walked slowly, step by step.

He knew in his heart that she was struggling, yet she still smiled so brightly.

In the darkness of night, a gentle breeze swept by, stirring her long, black hair and also stirring the pain in Zhou Xunhuan's heart.

After walking a short distance, Su Changle's hand slowly fell to her sides.

Her steps were so light that she could barely stand.

The smile on her face didn't fade, and she gently closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

She leaned against Zhou Xunhuan's chest, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible:

"Ah Huan..."

Being with you

very nice."

As soon as she finished speaking, she stopped breathing.

The person in my arms gradually lost their warmth.

Zhou Xunhuan stood frozen in place, his hand supporting her trembling slightly.

The night wind swept by, stirring her long, black hair and also blowing away his silent tears.

He didn't cry out loud, but just held her tightly, whispering softly over and over again:

"Chang Le, we haven't flown our kites yet..."

"We haven't seen the spring flowers yet..."

"Please wake up..."

The cold moonlight shone on the two of them.

That long hair was still beautiful and soft, but it would never again see that little girl who went out smiling, wanting to fly a kite.

Zhou Xunhuan held her, motionless, until dawn.

Later, he put the long hair into a small wooden box and carried it close to his body.

That was the most precious and painful thing in his life.

Whenever the night is quiet and he touches the wooden box, he remembers that night.

I remember her smile, her words, and the warmth of her last embrace.

That scar is etched into my bones and blood; it's a pain that can never be erased.