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"Uh... what?"
"Where did the Wooden Doll go?" Ziya pointed to the spot where the Wooden Doll had been, speaking to Severe Cold.
How could she take a bath? The water was dirtier than the mud on her body. Ziya sat beside Bathing White, feeling troubled and speechless. After a while, clear water finally flowed from the faucet. She dipped her hand in to check the temperature; it was just right. It seemed that Severe Cold was thorough, adjusting the temperature perfectly.
After checking that the small door of the bathroom was securely closed, she removed her clothes and stepped barefoot into the nearly full Bathing White, slowly soaking into the warm water. A wave of pleasant comfort spread throughout her body... She rolled up a tissue into a size suitable for earplugs and stuffed it into her ears.
Dipping her head and body into the water was Ziya's favorite way to bathe. She held her breath for a moment, and tiny bubbles began to rise to the surface of Bathing White. Through the water, she could clearly see the blue tiled walls outside Bathing White. The sound of water was muffled in her ears, but just then, a black figure appeared on the surface of the water.
Ziya caught a glimpse of a shadow resembling a reflection rushing toward her on the surface of Bathing White. Her hair stood on end as her brain quickly registered something was wrong. She tried to reach out and grab the edge of Bathing White, but before she could react, the Black Figure leaned down, its pale face submerged in the water, coming face to face with Ziya.
Ziya's eyes widened in terror as she stared at that grotesque pale face. She desperately tried to turn away. In her panic, she swallowed a mouthful of soapy water. The figure continued to lean closer, its eye sockets void of eyeballs, oozing dark blood-like liquid. Ziya struggled to rise, but her body felt completely out of control at that moment. The woman in black faced Ziya with a terrifying expression and extended a claw-like finger toward the small scar on her right side abdomen.
A wave of pain surged through her as faint red liquid bubbled up to the surface. Ziya fought desperately, but water kept flooding into her mouth, leaving her feeling weak as if lying on cotton. All she could do was mechanically try to push away the woman in black; her arms felt heavy and powerless in the water. She could only watch helplessly as that black figure's hand slipped into her right side abdomen scar, red droplets quickly staining Bathing White's water crimson.
Ziya knew she was doomed; it hurt so much. Suddenly, her legs cramped up as the black shadow continued to probe at her right side abdomen...
Severe Cold walked into another washroom that also had a large Bathing White. He turned on the faucet but waited for a long time without any drops coming out. He shook the faucet handle, but it had no effect. Thinking about Ziya made him anxious; he hurried over to the small door where Ziya had gone in and shouted loudly.
"Ziya, are you in there?" Severe Cold called out. But he heard no response from Ziya and hesitated about barging in; after all, she was a woman, and he couldn't be so reckless.
At that moment, Severe Cold faintly heard muffled sounds like someone struggling against something covering their mouth—grunts of distress that sent his heart racing with unease.
Severe Cold took a few steps back and slammed into the small door with all his might. Once, twice— the door seemed to bounce back as if it were elastic. Growing anxious, he glared with red eyes and pounded on the door, looking around for anything that could help him open it.
Finally, he rummaged through a toolbox and found a rusty large wrench. Gripping the wrench tightly, he struck the door handle repeatedly. After a few seconds, there was a loud clang as the handle fell to the ground.
Severe Cold reached through the keyhole of the small door and twisted the inner lock. With a clatter, he pushed open the small door. Upon entering, he was met with a room filled with white mist. Bathing White lay motionless in the water. Floating on the surface of the pale pink water was the missing Wooden Doll. Severe Cold felt a chill run down his spine as an eerie atmosphere instantly filled the small bathroom.
Seeing her completely bare, he couldn't think of anything else; he quickly stripped off his own clothes and wrapped her in them before rushing to the adjacent bedroom. He gently placed Ziya on the bed and carefully checked her breathing.
Her breath was nearly nonexistent. Severe Cold whispered urgently, "Ziya, you have to wake up. You're going to be fine... please..." He began performing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation—one breath, two breaths, three breaths… Tears welled up in his eyes and fell onto Ziya's closed eyelids.
Suddenly, she coughed violently, shaking as she expelled water from her throat and slowly opened her eyes.
"You're okay; that's all that matters. You scared me to death," Severe Cold cried like a child.
Just as Ziya regained consciousness, she suddenly remembered that her scar had been opened by that woman who had appeared. She wanted to check but felt embarrassed with Severe Cold present and remained silent. However, what happened next left her utterly speechless—her entire body…
"This… you…" Ziya's face flushed with embarrassment. Severe Cold had somehow brought over a down comforter and gently covered her with it. He affectionately sat by the bed and playfully brushed his fingers along her nose.
As he did so—Ziya's thoughts abruptly halted; Severe Cold's gesture was so reminiscent of him. She buried her head deep into the bedding, peeking at Severe Cold from the corners of her eyes.
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