She grabbed one of the black shirts from Li Feng's hands and disappeared into the small bathroom attached to the hospital room, closing the door firmly behind her. The sound of running water started immediately as she turned on the shower, and for the next ten minutes, the bathroom was filled with the sounds of thorough washing, evidence that Zhou Yuxi was taking this impromptu wedding seriously enough to ensure she was completely clean despite the early hour and rushed timeline.
When she finally emerged, her hair was still slightly damp and hanging loose around her shoulders, her skin flushed pink from the hot water and vigorous scrubbing. She had put on the black shirt Li Feng had provided, and it hung on her smaller frame in a way that was both oversized and somehow endearing.
