She opened the door to the bathroom and turned to give him a smile.
"You have to promise, unless I call you, you’re not allowed to come in."
She then stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a backhand. Her fingers lingered slightly on the locked knob before finally retracting them.
Turning around, she walked toward the bathtub.
Passing by the washstand, Gan Yuan stopped, looking at her reflection in the mirror.
In the mirror was the face of a young girl with two ambiguous blushes on her cheeks, her eyes brimming with a watery gleam. Despite having barely slept the night, she still looked vibrant, as if joy was struggling to spill from the corners of her mouth.
She turned and approached the mirror, gazing at the somewhat unfamiliar girl reflected in it.
It was the same face, but under a different state of mind, it seemed like she was someone else entirely.
She raised her hand, gently caressing her face, thinking how wonderful it would be if she could feel every day!
Her fingers slid from her face to the kiss marks he had left on her neck. Remembering last night’s thorough delight, she inhaled softly, wrapped his shirt tighter around her, and bent down to deeply inhale the scent from the shirt.
When her fingertips touched the hardened scar under the shirt on her shoulder, they recoiled as if burned.
Realizing her thoughts were veering towards danger, she raised her hand and splashed cold water on her face.
"Gan Yuan, don’t forget, you’re just acting to appease him right now, you can’t fall for it, you definitely... can’t!"
Looking away, she walked to the tub, filled it with water, removed his shirt from her body, and cautiously lay down in the tub, lifting her injured leg.
On her lower back, a vivid redness began to emerge—her tattoo of a red spider lily, blooming like blood.
At the entrance of a somewhat old residential area, a prestigious and luxurious black car slowly drove in and stopped in front of Unit 3, Building 17.
The assistant sitting in the passenger seat opened the door, and a foot in high-end Italian leather shoes, without a speck of dust, stepped out onto the ground.
"Third floor, Room 302, it’s where Gan Yuan and her son used to live." The assistant reported respectfully, bending slightly.
Moses turned his head, glancing at the somewhat old residential complex.
These old houses, at least fifteen years old, how could his Gaia possibly live in a place ?
Inside the building, footsteps echoed as an old lady walked out, pulling along a very cute little girl. Seeing someone at the doorway, the girl lifted her face towards Moses.
Meeting the man’s cold expression, the previously lively little one suddenly came to a halt. Her hand trembled, and the small toy ball she held fell, rolling down the steps toward Moses.
Lifting his foot, Moses stepped forward, his right foot coming down right on top of the ping-pong ball, which with a crisp sound, shattered into pieces.
The little girl’s lips quivered, and she began to cry out loud.
Hearing her crying, Moses frowned in displeasure, continued walking without stopping, and his gaze shifted, falling on the grandmother and granddaughter.
The old lady, relying on her years of life experience, sensed that something was amiss. She scooped up her granddaughter and quickly left the scene.
Moses stopped in his tracks at the entrance of the building.
The assistant, following behind him, dared not speak.
His boss’s most hated things were children; this he knew very well.
The group ascended to the third floor, smelling the aroma of breakfast cooking from someone’s home, and Moses’s brows knitted even tighter.