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A large, bony hand enveloped her small hand and took the towel from her: "I'll do it."

Zhou Yi was wiping carefully, but after wiping only a third of the towel, her hand was grabbed and the towel was taken from her grasp.

She paused, looking at the person who had taken the towel: "Sir..."

"do not speak."

He held her waist with his large hand, letting her lean against him as before. He held a towel and carefully wiped her lips and nose.

The movements were slightly heavier than before, which were as light as a feather, but not as heavy as Zhou Yi's.

He was wiping away the dust from a gemstone, slowly and deliberately, without haste or impatience.

Zhou Yi stared blankly at the person wiping her blood with their eyes lowered.

The lights in the bathroom are not as bright as the lights outside; they are warm with an orange tint, giving a comfortable and relaxing feeling.

Zhou Yi wouldn't notice anything unusual about such lighting on a normal day, and might not even have paid any attention to it.

But at this moment, looking at this face so close to hers, these deep features, as if carved by a master craftsman, unique and irreplaceable in the world.

He is like a treasure, a pearl, a divine object left behind in the world, beyond the reach of ordinary people.

He was extremely distant, so distant that he radiated divine light, and even if he were right before one's eyes, one could not touch him.

It seemed as if touching it would dirty him.

The warm orange light fell on the bathroom, casting an orange veil over it. Zhou Yi felt as if her eyes were covered by a light veil, and the person in front of her appeared different to her.

No longer indifferent, no longer aloof, no longer so unapproachable.

A god descended to earth, walking towards her step by step with divine light—real yet dreamlike.

Wenren Chen meticulously wiped away the blood around her nose and lips, including her soft lips, little by little, until no trace of blood could be seen and her face returned to its original color. Only then did he remove the towel and look at her face.

Her face was clean, fair, and translucent. When the light fell on her face, even the fine downy hairs were visible, each one floating slightly as he breathed on her face.

He stared at that face, at those fine hairs, his gaze settling on those clear, bright eyes.

These are extremely beautiful eyes. When they are not smiling, they are like a clear blue sky, bringing you joy. When they smile, they are like crescent moons, filled with stars, captivating your heart.

Now, those eyes are no longer as lively and bright as usual; they are tinged with an orange mist, like gemstones covered with a layer of soft gauze, tinged with a hazy, intoxicating color.

But within this hazy, intoxicating light, there was starlight, and within that starlight, there was his reflection.

Nothing else.

Wenren Chen has not yet made a move.

He stared into those eyes, into himself reflected in them, into the emotions within those deep gazes, and opened his lips: "What are you looking at?"

His voice was extremely low, so low that it was almost inaudible.

But in the stillness of the night, it clearly reached Zhou Yi's ears.

Like a leaf falling, making a soft pattering sound, the mist before my eyes dissipated.

All dreams have vanished.

Zhou Yi's eyelashes fluttered, and she came back to her senses. Looking at the person in front of her, she was instantly drawn into those eyes that were as dark as night and as deep as an abyss.

My heart skipped a beat, then I jumped up quickly.

"No... I didn't see anything."

She answered instinctively.

Wenren Chen remained silent.

His eyes were fixed on her, never leaving her for a moment.

As Zhou Yi faced those pairs of eyes staring at her, her heart pounded faster and faster, even wildly.

She moved her lips and said, "Sir, you are very handsome."

Yes, sir, you are very handsome.

His face shape, features, and skin were flawless.

Just like the handicrafts made by the ancients, even after thousands of years, they are still pleasing to the eye when they are brought out again.

The air in the bathroom had died down.