I don't know how much time had passed…
In the darkness, the sound of a woman softly sobbing came through, "Liehuo, I still can't sleep; every time I close my eyes, I think of that person, his eyes looking at me…"
A heaviness settled in his heart, and Xing Liehuo tightened his arms around her. After a moment of thought, he hugged her tightly and said, "I'll go get some water for you to wash your feet, would that be okay?"
After two seconds of silence, Lian Qiao nodded and slowly let go of him.
After kissing her forehead and then her lips, he slowly withdrew his hands from around her waist, got out of bed, and left.
When he returned, he was holding a plastic basin, with steam rising from the hot water inside it, billowing upwards.
He placed the basin beneath the camp bed, flipped back the covers, lifted her from the bed, and pressed her somewhat cold feet into the basin while softly asking, "Is it too hot?"
