「The next morning.」
When Xiao Mo woke up and walked out of his bedroom, he saw Ruxue bustling about in the courtyard.
She wrung out the freshly washed clothes, hanging them one by one on a line.
A sea breeze swept by, gently lifting her long, silver-white hair.
She tucked a few stray strands behind her ear. Droplets of water from the clothes clung to her pale, slender arms like dewdrops on white silk.
Watching her, Xiao Mo felt a momentary daze.
It was as if he had returned to that courtyard in Shiqiao Village.
As if those past days had never changed.
"Xiao Mo, you're awake! Hold on, I'll go to the kitchen and get some hot water for you to wash up."
Seeing Xiao Mo emerge from his room, Bai Ruxue quickly set down the laundry and hurried into the kitchen.
A moment later, Bai Ruxue came out with a basin of water. She wrung out a washcloth with her delicate, jade-like fingers, intending to wash Xiao Mo's face for him.
"Sister Bai, I can do it myself."
