After the New Year's Eve family reunion dinner, it's the first day of the New Year.
At dawn, the wooden stairs of the old mansion creaked as Xia Yu yawned and came down from his bedroom on the second floor.
"Splash——"
A sudden sound of splashing water.
In the middle of the skywell, several wooden barrels were filled with cold well water. The old man, topless, lifted one bucket after another, pouring it over himself. Perhaps it was his high body temperature or some kind of inner strength, but steam rose from the top of the old man's head, making Xia Yu secretly click his tongue.
But even when they were in Neon, the old man often took cold baths, and sometimes even late at night, the sound of splashing water could be heard, frequently disturbing Xia Yu's sweet dreams. Therefore, seeing the old man bathing was quite a usual sight for Xia Yu.
"Oh right!"
