The bottle in her hands was already empty, but she still squeezed like her life depended on it. After finally realizing nothing was coming out, she tossed it aside and reached out to grab at any unopened bottle that was left on the nearby rack.
She pulled the cap open and squeezed more into the tub and onto the bath scrubber. Then, she started to scrub her skin. Her skin was looking slightly wrinkled due to prolonged soaking in the water. She had probably tortured herself in such a manner for quite some time already because certain parts of her skin were so rough that trails of blood could be seen.
From where he was standing, Su Zhinian could see the obvious feeling of disgust that was lodged between Song Qingchun's brows. That feeling of disgust might not have been something others understood, but he understood it perfectly well. She was feeling disgusted at herself.
