An hour later.
Shangguan Xiu, with a grim expression and damp hair, emerged from the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. After stepping out, he promptly left the guest room.
Crouching on the bathroom floor, An Xiaomian burst into tears as soon as she heard the door close behind him.
She was in agony, sobbing with her shoulders shaking.
Eventually, she took another bath, and afterward, with her sore body, fetched the medicine box from the guest room and dressed the wounds on her arm herself.
Having done all this, she silently lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and coaxed herself to sleep.
Maybe it was sheer exhaustion, or perhaps her self-hypnosis worked, but she soon drifted into a groggy sleep.
She slept straight through until the next morning when she was woken by sunlight poking her eyes.
