Cen Shaoqing looked at her back and slightly raised his eyebrows. In a flash, he walked to the bathroom on the other side.
Ye Zao came to the bathroom and stood in front of the sink. He washed his face with cold water and only then did he wake up a little. However, the burning sensation on his face was still there.
Looking at himself in the mirror, ye Zao suddenly felt that he was quite useless.
Having lived for two lifetimes, what kind of grand scene had she not seen before?
How could she be at a disadvantage in such a matter?
Ye Zhuo scratched her hair and left the bathroom ten minutes later.
When she came out of the bathroom, Cen Shaoqing had not come out yet.
Cen Shaoqing only came out after about thirty minutes.
He held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and walked over slowly in his plain clothes. He was like a handsome young master who had walked out of an oil painting in the Republic of China.
It was as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.