The sauna room is thick with steam. I sit silently, letting Yuyu's words replay in my head like some persistent, slightly alarming background music. Sweat drips down my body, sticky and warm, and the hickeys near my chest sting just a little—reminders of last night that I can't quite ignore.
Yuyu sighs, the sound soft in the heavy air.
"You know, Yunhua," she begins, voice low, "it's been almost a month now. Both of us have boyfriends and… well, I don't really get why you two haven't made any future plans yet. But Zeyan and I—we were thinking of moving in together."
I blink. Yeah… that makes sense. Zeyan being Zeyan. Solid. Calm. Probably already measuring how many mugs they can fit in his new kitchen.
