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On the fourth day away from home, Bai Youwei finally got her wish and took a hot bath.
Without the help of a servant, it was a bit tricky to get cleaned up, but she still washed thoroughly from head to toe.
Every few minutes, Shen MO knocked on the door.
On average, Bai Youwei would respond once for every two knocks.
When Bai Youwei almost finished bathing, she looked at her own white skin, dark wet hair, and shiny droplets of water… Spontaneously, she had a “mischievous idea” to tease Shen MO by staying silent on purpose.
“…Bai Youwei?” Shen MO knocked on the door again, sounding irritated, “Bai
Youwei, respond if you can hear me.”
It’s hard to say exactly why, but she just wanted to see a hint of a crack on his cold, stern face…
Even if it infuriates him, it must be pretty fun.
Of course, she also hoped for something else to appear on his face, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was just yet.
“Bai Youwei, are you there? I’m coming in.” Shen Mo’s voice sounded somewhat through gritted teeth, “…you better not be joking.”
Bai Youwei chuckled under her fluffy hair as she wiped her long locks with a dry towel.
Her hair quality wasn’t great. Being naturally unhealthy, it was thin and soft. However, owing to careful maintenance, it was very smooth, with a beautiful, pale-ink color.
She wiped her hair carefully, and as she reached the ends, she looked at her own legs.
They were legs deformed from long periods of sitting—pale, thin, and even a bit atrophied…
Bai Youwei’s actions halted.
It was odd – why did she want him to see her ?
The subtle exhilaration she felt just now dissipated like a breeze, leaving only bland emptiness.
The door handle of the bathroom rattled, seemingly, Shen MO was genuinely planning to come in.
“I’m fine.” She croaked, her voice calm, “Don’t rush me, so annoying.”
The rattling noise stopped.
After a brief silence, the man outside grumbled and dropped two words, “Hurry up.”
Bai Youwei repeated: “If you think I’m slow, why don’t you come in and help me bathe?”
There was no sound from outside the door.
Bai Youwei slowly dried herself and put on her clothes.
The steam in the bathroom gradually dissipated, and the mirror that was covered in condensation became clear again. As she fixed her hair in front of the mirror, the doll in the mirror was also holding a silken brush and combing its hair.
Maybe her outlook is inherently different from most people’s, because for her, there was nothing scary about the doll in the mirror when looking at it after a while.
Studying more closely, the doll was indeed exquisite, with a full forehead, soft hair, and individually clear eyelashes.
While combing her painstakingly grown hair, the doll in the mirror did the same for a while, but then stopped, looking upset, and even began to cry.
Bai Youwei was curious, how could a doll cry?
She stared at her reflection in the mirror, watching as “she” cried with large tears streaming down her cheeks, sobbing so sincerely, so weak and helpless…
Strangely, it felt familiar.
But she was sure she had never seen such a scene before. Because she couldn’t possibly cry , like a complete coward.
Bai Youwei looked in the mirror, staring at “herself”, and gradually lost focus.
Her thoughts started running off on a bizarre tangent, thinking: Why am I crying? What am I crying for?…
A scream suddenly came from outside!
Bai Youwei was jolted awake, realizing that she had unknowingly leaned close to the mirror, and the tear-streaked doll inside had actually reached out half an arm through the mirror!
Bai Youwei instantly sucked in a cold breath!
Anger welled up in her heart, and she flung the towel in her hand at it!