Xu Jiamu footsteps paused for a moment. Then he turned to leave.
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Song Xiangsi vomited until there was nothing left in her stomach, then she rinsed her mouth. Just when she was about to wash her face with some water, a bottle of sour milk with a straw suddenly appeared in front of her.
She was stunned for a moment, then slowly looked up at the mirror in front of her to see Xu Jiamu standing behind her, on her right.
His lips twitched, but he just lowered his head and didn't say a word. She washed her face, turned the tap off, and pulled a tissue from beside her. She wiped her face dry, then threw the tissue into the bin. Without even glancing at the sour milk on the sink, she turned right around, like Xu Jiamu didn't exist at all, and brushed past him.
Perhaps it was because she had too much to drink, her legs wobbled as she walked. Xu Jiamu couldn't help but reach his arm out to hold her steady.
