Lin Nuan listened to Song Yao speak as she rinsed her mouth and put back her toothbrush and cup.
Bending down, she splashed her face with a handful of water and grabbed the facial wash, rubbing it on her palm until bubbles appeared.
Seeing Lin Nuan's long hair sweep down, Song Yao walked into the bathroom and placed the glass that still had hot steam rising from it onto the counter to help Lin Nuan pull her long hair back.
"Although I understand you, I don't understand Fu Huai'an and the kind of thoughts he has of you. My words may be right and may be wrong, but all I want is for you to be more cautious regarding these matters."
"En!" Lin Nuan replied, understanding the good intentions behind Song Yao's words.
Song Yao held up Lin Nuan's hair with one hand while her other hand opened the drawer to look for a hair tie.
