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The water was just right, and Qiao Suisui, half-reclined in the bathtub, let out a comfortable sigh.
The bathroom, already spacious, was now filled with only the sound of her stirring the water. After soaking for a while, her eyes began to droop. She wanted to stay awake, for her sixth sense told her that Zong Fang was surely observing her from somewhere. But her eyelids fought each other, and her consciousness sank unwillingly into slumber.
And so, Qiao Suisui fell asleep in the bathtub.
An indeterminate amount of time later, the man finally appeared. He walked to the edge of the bathtub and crouched down, his hand smoothing the wet strands of hair sticking to her ears and neck, and then just watched her, lost in thought.
Her face was only as big as his palm, her skin glowing white, now slightly reddened from the steam. Her long eyelashes dropped down as she slept, softening the hardest of hearts.
