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Mai Xiaomai and Qiao Chutian returned to Jiangjing Garden.
"Honey, you sit for a bit, I'll run a bath for you."
Qiao Chutian reached out to touch her silently cold face, speaking with a heartache.
Mai Xiaomai nodded woodenly.
Qiao Chutian entered the bathroom, adjusted the hot water temperature, originally wanting to add some floral essence, but thought it inappropriate.
She was coming back from her mother's funeral, not from an appraisal.
According to Chinese traditional customs, when a family member is buried, to express grief, one cannot wash their hair or body for three days.
However, with society's changes now, people are not so conservative anymore, and after a funeral, life goes on; whether one is sad or not has nothing to do with bathing.
However, it is also not appropriate to be full of fragrance.
He prepared a change of clothes for her and went out.
Mai Xiaomai remained in the same posture as before, motionless, with vacant eyes and an expressionless face.
