After a long time, Chu Dazhuang had finally cleaned his body.
It wasn't for any other reason, but really because Chu Dazhuang just didn't feel like going.
In the end, it was only after a long internal struggle that Chu Dazhuang decided to go out.
Primarily, this matter had to be faced; somehow, he had to find a solution.
Upon thinking this, Chu Dazhuang paused, then wrapped a bath towel around himself, gently pulled open the bathroom door, and stepped out.
Chu Dazhuang took those few steps very slowly, and with each step the silence deepened.
The air around him grew still as well, as Sister Teresa remained silent, and Chu Dazhuang couldn't speak either.
At that moment, Chu Dazhuang was like a lonely child standing at a crossroads, lost and unsure of which way to go.
Not knowing where he should head to or what would be best.
