Through the slightly ajar bathroom door, amidst the swirling steam, he glimpsed the alluring scenery inside.
Yes, she had finally returned.
Returned to his side, returned to his heart.
Love is a kind of destiny—perhaps your face has been altered by time, your memories blurred by life, your identity changed by chance.
Yet despite all the disturbances, you'd still traverse mountains and rivers to find each other.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
The sound of knocking broke the silence. Yeh Cangqiong turned his head. Secretary Wen stood at the door. "A call from the matriarch!"
"Got it!"
Only then did Yeh Cangqiong slowly step out.
After her bath, Chi Xiaoyu felt her tense nerves begin to relax. Draped in a towel, she returned to the bedroom, lay down on the bed, and casually picked up her phone.
During these five years when she had been in a vegetative state, she had lost all her friends. Now that her husband and child were found again, it was time to try reconnecting with old friends.
