"Jiang Zhi."
Zhou Xufang called him for the third time from inside. Unlike before, her tone had a hint of urgency, and her hand movements became larger, with her collarbone faintly showing.
Jiang Zhi snapped back to attention and massaged his temples.
It was good that it wasn't her. He didn't want her walking on the edge of a knife, living a life stained with blood.
He placed the clothes in her hand and grew irritated. "Do you act like this at other people's houses too?"
Zhou Xufang took the clothes, pulled her hand back, and closed the door.
"I've never been to anyone else's house." Not once.
Jiang Zhi's furrowed brows relaxed at her words.
In the steam-filled bathroom, Zhou Xufang reached out to wipe the fog off the mirror. Her reflection became clear, and she looked down at her arm, rubbing it gently with her fingers.
Her self-healing seemed to be faster than before.
