Ye Liangyan sighed softly, "Do you have time?"
"What is it?" Song Bohui asked.
"If you have time, follow me. Just for an hour."
Song Bohui hesitated for several seconds before finally, silently, following her.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at a hotel near the hospital.
Using her own ID card, Ye Liangyan checked into a room and, under Song Bohui's shocked gaze, pushed him into the bathroom, "Go take a proper bath, look at how dirty you are, even a dog would snub you."
The last thing Song Bohui saw was the bathroom door closing with a bang.
He stood there, stunned, for a few seconds before he seemed to grasp the situation.
Slowly, he began to undo the suit he had been wearing for two days—one garment at a time—until he was completely undressed. Standing under the showerhead, as the hot water cascaded down from head to toe, he closed his eyes, and suddenly the corners of his eyes began to moisten.
