She closed her eyes again, and after a moment, slowly opened them.
Moisture lingered in the air, and it was only then that Lu Xiaoyou realized she and Long Xiliang were in the bathtub.
The man leaned against the side of the bathtub, his legs spread apart, hands resting on the edge, allowing Lu Xiaoyou to lean against him, her head resting on his chest.
Lu Xiaoyou lifted her head, looking at the man whom she had shaved to a buzz cut, and her lips gently curved upward.
The bloodstains on the man's face had been washed away, leaving only a light pink scar on the side of his cheek.
His eyes had regained their clarity, becoming clean and bright under the permeating mist.
Lu Xiaoyou opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found her throat dry and hoarse, unable to produce any sound.
The man picked up a bottle of mineral water from the side, opened it, and handed it to Lu Xiaoyou.
Lu Xiaoyou took a sip of water, soothing her throat, finally feeling somewhat relieved.
