Dan Tingye shoved the cup into her hand, turned around, and went into her room to get a set of pajamas, hanging them in the bathroom.
He saw her obediently finish drinking the water and enter the bathroom, then turned and walked into the kitchen.
Washing ginger, cutting ginger, adding water... His movements were quick, with a hint of release.
He took brown sugar from the cupboard, poured it into the ginger tea, watching the boiling sugary water, memories of her fearful gaze at him floated in his mind, his deep black eyes shrouded in mist, his hand on the counter slowly clenched, veins appearing on the back of his hand.
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In the bathroom, steam mingled, filling the small space.
Meimei finished her shower quickly, and after her body relaxed a bit, she dressed herself; she did not go out but stood in front of the mirror, staring blankly at her own face.
Her pale fingers slowly touched her lips, which were somewhat red, somewhat swollen...
