Evening.
Inside the bathtub.
Rose petals floated in the water, with the faint fragrance of flowers permeating the air.
Wen Xian leaned against the bathtub, her hair wrapped in a towel, her fair and exquisite face like a lotus emerging from the water, pure yet alluring.
On the edge of the bathtub was a white extendable shelf, which held a small glass of red wine.
At the moment, she was holding her phone, composing some messages on Weibo.
The figure she had seen at the clubhouse today resembled Lu Xiao so much.
Yet, she knew that Lu Xiao was clearly in Qinghai, so how could he appear in Shanghai, let alone near the clubhouse?
Time flew, and it had been several days since she returned, her longing for Lu Xiao amplified every night after her return, endlessly magnified…
Especially the night before she left, under the starry skies of the Milky Way with him.
It had to be said that it often left her…
Endlessly reminiscing.
After finishing the message, she hit send.