Zhang Haixing rushed into the bathroom, stripping off his filthy clothes regardless of whether the water was cold or hot, turned on the tap, and stepped right under it. The icy water poured over him, but he seemed completely numb to it. He quickly rinsed off, wiped away the water droplets, slipped into a pair of pajamas, and stepped out of the room.
Zhang Qiling looked at Zhang Haixing walking over in his pajamas, his hair still dripping wet and his shoulders damp. "Go get a towel," he said, already standing up.
Hearing this, Zhang Haixing stopped in his tracks, went back into the bathroom to grab a towel, and draped it over his shoulders. He walked forward and sat down on the edge of the bed that Zhang Qiling had vacated, slowly sitting down to look at Qingye's porcelain-white face. The cold water that had just fallen on his body seemed to have seeped straight into his heart.
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