Su Mu took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and entered. Fu Shinian had just come out of the bathroom, with only a towel wrapped around his waist; he wiped his hair while glancing at her, but his eyes quickly shifted away.
Seeing him like this, Su Mu, who had intended to say something, ultimately remained silent and went straight to the bathroom with the clothes she had picked out for changing.
After Su Mu entered the bathroom, Fu Shinian stopped wiping his hair, tossed the towel away in annoyance, and grabbed a lighter and cigarette from the nightstand before heading out to the balcony.
The taste of nicotine filled his mouth, and Fu Shinian exhaled slowly. In the past, he and Su Mu had shared a room countless times, but never before had he felt such an irritability that left him with no place to turn. What had they used to do together? Fu Shinian tried hard to recall, but it seemed that aside from what happened in bed, he couldn't remember any other interaction between them.
