"Cut your hair. It's too long for the mission."
Ye Tianxin hurriedly protected her hair. How could she bring herself to cut it?
Her beautiful long black hair was her trademark.
"No, I couldn't bear to cut it."
The man looked at Ye Tianxin sternly and said, "Little girl, you don't need to be pretty to be a war reporter. You just have to get the job done. Do you understand?"
"I understand, but it has nothing to do with my hair."
"Women are so hypocritical."
The people in the war reporter camp set off overnight, and the rugged SUVs were running wildly in the desert with the dust all over the sky.
Ye Tianxin raised her wrist and looked at the compass on her watch.
She was getting nervous.
For the convenience of action and to avoid bothering people, Ye Tianxin specially braided her hair, rolled it up, and put it on top of her head.
