When Qin Gengyun returned to Narrow Rain Lane, it was near 3 a.m.
His thoughts were still somewhat agitated, his mind occasionally flashing with images of killing Zhou Kun and Yang Fengshan.
He entered the house somewhat dazed, only to see Qiu Zhihe sitting at the table, a candle lit on the table, the flickering candlelight reflecting on that serene yet lovely round face, slightly calming Qin Gengyun's heart.
"Zhihe."
He had many things he wanted to say to Qiu Zhihe.
"Go take a bath first."
Qiu Zhihe stood up and walked into the bedroom.
"I'll wait for you."
Qin Gengyun was taken aback, looked down, and only then realized that he was covered in blood and grime, although not a single drop of blood was his own. But now the strong smell of blood made him feel a bit nauseous.
He hurried into the bathroom, only to see the bathtub reserved for Qiu Zhihe already filled with steaming water, just the sight of it warmed his heart.
