Not too big, not too small, a weighty object, comfortable to hold in the hand.
Song Anjing's small face and Dongju's petals were both filled with bright, satisfied smiles.
This night.
Qin Xin slept uneasily.
She hadn't had a dream in a long time, and this night she had a long nightmare!
She seemed trapped in the nightmare, unable to escape.
Until...
She turned her face, trying to see the man's features, and caught a glimpse of the large angel pattern carved on the bathtub's edge, and the expensive vintage silver faucet above the bathtub...
She jolted awake!
She had seen this bathtub before.
And it seemed she had just seen it, had come into contact with it not long ago!
That familiar pattern, familiar texture of the faucet, even the placement of the bathtub...
In the dark, Qin Xin sat quietly on her small dorm bed, holding her blanket, her back covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Because she remembered where she had seen an identical bathtub.
It was in Mr. Nalan's villa.
