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Waiting in the gap, Hesta suddenly heard a burst of low giggling, and she subconsciously glanced sideways to see three young girls standing in front of the contact lens counter talking in low voices.

Hesta slowly straightened up—the hair of every single one of them was dyed a shade of crimson, deep or light, just like the young man who had bumped into Cheng Xiaoshu not long ago.

On the glass counter in front of the girls sat a dozen pairs of colored contact lenses. They compared the color differences of the different lenses and described more details to the clerk. The clerk listened intently, then turned and took more samples from the side shelves for the girls to choose from.

Suddenly, one of the girls noticed Hesta, her eyes bursting with joy in an instant.

"...Hello!"

A girl stumbled over to Hesta. Her position was not far from Hesta, and there weren't many people in this area either, yet the girl's entire attention was already focused on Hesta's eyes and red hair, leaving her no time to watch her footing, thus bumping her waist against the glass corner of the counter a few times.

When she was about to reach Hesta, her left toe tripped over her right foot, and she almost tumbled straight into Hesta's arms. Hesta grabbed her shoulders and helped her up, whereupon the girl naturally grasped Hesta's left arm.

"Your hair color is just too natural!" she looked excitedly at the person before her. "Where did you get it done, please?"

Hesta did not understand the girl's question.

"Oh god, your eyes are so pretty too! This is the exact color we want!"

With that, the girl turned back and waved to her companions, signaling them to hurry over, and Hesta was quickly surrounded by