Hearing Han Jingnian's unusually verbose words, Xia Wan'an gave him an "Mmm" and then shut the bathroom door. Tears began to fall uncontrollably.
In the past, she dreamed of him caring for her. Now, she was terrified of his kindness... because the kinder he was to her, the sadder, guiltier, and more remorseful she felt.
Xia Wan'an soaked in the bathtub, each thought tugging at her heart as if forcefully ripping it apart. The pain became unbearable—she clutched her chest, buried her face in her hands, and began to sob unrestrainedly.
Half an hour later, seeing the still unmoving bathroom door, Han Jingnian deduced that there was no sign of Xia leaving the bathroom. He approached the door and knocked, "An'an?"
There was no response.
Han Jingnian swiftly pushed the door open. Xia Wan'an, dressed in her pajamas, was standing in front of the sink drying her hair."
Presumably, the whirring sound of the dryer had drowned out his voice, which was why she hadn't heard him.
