Fairy?
Are there really fairies like her?
In the mirror, she looked disheveled and grimy like a beggar.
Turning around, she picked up the clothes Jiao Yang had prepared for her from beside the bed, re-entered the bathroom, locked the door, and began to undress, ready to shower.
Turning on the tap to test the water temperature, her right forearm had a serious wound, and the hot water flowing over it caused a sharp stinging sensation.
She instinctively retracted her arm to inspect the wound and her gaze fell upon the faint scar on her right little finger, leading her thoughts irresistibly back to that person.
She remembered the time she injured her finger and how he burst into the bathroom, wrapping her hand in cling film like a sticky rice dumpling.
There would never be such times again.
