Su Qinglan had just finished taking a warm, relaxing bath.
Stepping out of the bathing room after changing into a fresh set of light clothes, she let out a long, satisfied breath. The cool evening breeze brushed against her skin, instantly lifting the day's lingering exhaustion.
Behind her, Rong Ye lifted the heavy wooden bathtub with easy strength, carrying it into the outer yard to drain the water.
Su Qinglan smiled, pulling a soft towel over her damp hair. But just as she took two steps toward the main courtyard, a high-pitched voice suddenly exploded inside her mind!
"HOST! I'M BACK!"
Su Qinglan froze right in her tracks. Her eyes widened, instantly lighting up with sheer disbelief.
"X... Xuyu?!"
She almost couldn't believe her own ears! "You're... you're really not dead yet?!"
There was a brief, heavy silence in her consciousness. Then, Xuyu's intensely aggrieved, tearful voice echoed again, sounding like a child who had suffered the ultimate injustice.
