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Ziya secretly reached out to touch the scar on her right side, realizing there was no hole at all. What had just happened? "How did you... in the bathroom?" Severe Cold asked softly, handing a bottle of mineral water to Ziya's lips.
Swallowing the water, Ziya furrowed her brows as she recalled the situation in the bathroom. "I saw that woman again. She's... it's nothing, really." Ziya felt too embarrassed to mention seeing that 'person' crawling into her scar.
Ziya hesitated to bring up what happened in Bathing White, secretly wondering how Severe Cold had managed to bring her to the bedroom. If he had carried her in his arms, then what about the scars on her body...
The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable Ziya felt, and she fell silent. Suddenly, she hated herself for being so obsessed; how could she face this in the future? It was so humiliating... a young woman like her... Tears began to flow silently down her cheeks.
"Are you crying? Does it hurt?" Severe Cold hated seeing girls cry; it threw him into a panic. He quickly set down the bottle of water and hurriedly took out a tissue, wiping Ziya's tears while asking.
"No... I'm not uncomfortable, just leave me alone..." Ziya was both angry and annoyed. She should be grateful for his life-saving help, yet she was upset because he had invaded her personal space without permission, feeling stifled and tearful.
Severe Cold immediately sensed this. If it hadn't been an emergency, he would never have acted as he did. But now... "I didn't see anything just now; I wrapped you in my clothes before carrying you to the bedroom."
"Stop talking." The more he explained, the less clear it became. Frustrated, Severe Cold scratched his head, struggling to find comforting words for her. He wanted to ask Ziya what had happened in the bathroom, but seeing her fluctuating emotions, he decided to wait.
"Just go out! I..." Although Ziya was tightly wrapped in a duck down blanket, thinking back to what had just happened made her feel as if Severe Cold could see everything clearly. The more she thought about it, the worse it felt; she wanted him to leave. But if he wasn't here... was it safe? Ziya clutched the corner of the blanket tightly as if fearing Severe Cold might do something, her expression anxious as she looked around.
Severe Cold felt awkward and restless. He wanted to smoke to relieve his frustration but remembered that Ziya disliked cigarette smoke. He thought about leaving but was worried about what might happen to her alone. Did she mind being alone with him in one room? After a long silence, the air was thick with tension.
Both were lost in their thoughts. At this point, there seemed to be no need for further explanation; some originally simple matters had become complicated through discussion. It looked like neither would be able to sleep tonight, and besides, Severe Cold couldn't bear to leave Ziya alone in a bedroom.
"I'll go wash your clothes; Baking can dry them so you can wear them tomorrow," Severe Cold said awkwardly as he stood up, his face filled with embarrassment.
"I... this..." Ziya was in a dilemma. The clothes had a bra, and how could she let a man she had only known for a few days wash these things for her?
"Don't worry, as long as you're okay, I'll be your free maid for once! It all depends on whether you give me that chance! Besides, serving beautiful women is nothing to be ashamed of." Severe Cold effortlessly dispelled the gloomy atmosphere with just a few words.
Ziya smiled, pulling up the blanket to cover her already flushed face. However, she caught a faint scent of perfume lingering in the blanket. She was allergic to perfume and quickly moved away, wishing that Severe Cold could wash her clothes and dry them immediately.
As Severe Cold left, he deliberately propped the bedroom door open with an object to prevent it from closing. Then he hurried to the bathroom to soak Ziya's clothes, quickly washing off the silt from them. His mind was occupied with thoughts of Ziya in the bedroom, so he hastily wrung out the clothes and checked if the dry cleaner was usable.
Severe Cold had learned to do housework long ago. After his sister passed away, his mother became half-crazed, and he had to learn how to manage household chores. But after his sister's death, his father insisted on sending him to live with a cousin in another city far from their town. He stayed there for several years, and when he returned home, his parents were worn out, their backs hunched and hair turned gray. His grandmother had survived hyperthyroidism but was forever blind.
After returning home, Severe Cold remembered that he had left his camera at his uncle's house. On his way back to retrieve it, he coincidentally ran into Ziya. He genuinely liked and had fallen for this girl; to him, Ziya seemed fragile, and he felt an inexplicable urge to protect and cherish her.
Ziya wanted nothing more than to sleep under the covers. However, her innate shyness weighed heavily on her heart, making her afraid to close her eyes. She didn't even know what she was afraid of—just that... this fear lingered in her heart as she looked at the open bedroom door, knowing someone was in the bathroom washing her dirty clothes. A wave of warmth surged within her as something seemed to roll in the corner of her eye.
Ziya reached out from under the blanket to wipe away the moisture at the corner of her eye. She thought of him in this special environment; his image lingered in her mind. She knew it wasn't fair to Severe Cold right in front of her, but this tearing longing was truly painful.
The bedroom door seemed to tremble silently for a moment as a cold breeze swept through the doorway, blowing Ziya's bangs up before they fell back down again. Ziya stared blankly at the door as footsteps approached.
Severe Cold took the clothes out of the dry cleaner; they felt slightly damp but were much better than when they were covered in mud and sand earlier. Holding Ziya's clothes tightly, he hurried back to the bedroom. Not hearing her voice for a while made him feel uneasy.
Tears blurred Ziya's vision again as she wiped them away and suddenly saw someone standing at the door with a smile, holding her clothes. She blinked rapidly, thinking it might be an illusion, rubbing her eyes hard before looking again.
"You’re here?" she asked joyfully as she gazed at Severe Cold. At that moment, Ziya's cheeks were flushed beautifully, and her glassy eyes were mesmerized by him, filled with love as she watched his every move...
"Well, the clothes are ready." Severe Cold didn't expect Ziya to look at him with such an expression. His heart skipped a beat as he walked to the bedside, stuffing the clothes into the blankets, hoping to warm them with Ziya's own heat so that he wouldn't feel cold when he put them on.
Just as he pulled his hand out after tucking the clothes in, Ziya suddenly grabbed his hand, his eyes shimmering with tenderness. "You said you loved me. How can you just leave like this? What about our child?"
"Shit! Oh damn!" Severe Cold felt something was off and cursed inwardly, quickly pulling his hand away.
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