Lin Huahua stepped into the bath slowly, and the moment her foot touched the warm water, she let out a long breath that sounded so relieved one would think she had just returned from war.
To be honest, this really could not be blamed on her.
Today had been far too much for her to handle.
She had walked outside for half the day, argued with people, picked leaves like some hardworking little forest animal, cried until her face turned red, got hugged by a giant white lion, bullied by a red fox, and then found out that her own father had no intention of saving her from this terrible primitive simulation.
After all of that, the warm water felt less like bath water and more like salvation.
Lin Huahua lowered herself further into the tub, and as the warmth wrapped around her body, the tension in her shoulders slowly began to melt.
The room was dark, the stone walls held in the heat, and the steam rose in soft curls that made everything feel quiet and hidden.
