Watching the hurried figure disappear, Mateo's lips curled slightly, hinting at a faint smile.
There was charcoal in the bathroom. Clara tried the water in the stone tub. The temperature was just right. After spending half a day planting seedlings, bending and squatting, she truly felt exhausted.
Taking a bath was the best way to relax.
Clara prepared herself for getting into the water, Clara felt her pores open up. A contented sigh escaped her lips as the rain drummed on the roof, creating a soothing symphony.
Perhaps due to exhaustion, Clara found herself yawning while soaking. It was indeed tiring. She nodded off a few times, almost dipping her head into the water.
Suddenly, a flash of white light startled Clara. Another round of thunder was imminent. Thunder followed swiftly, sounding as if it were directly overhead.
