Back in her dorm, Mia Grant grabbed her things and went to wash up.
Inside the bathroom, the sound of running water echoed.
Mia Grant glanced at her lit-up phone beside her, let out a slow breath, and closed her eyes to continue washing her hair.
Drying her long hair took some time. By the time it was completely dry, Mia's wrist was a little sore.
After putting her things away, she didn't rush back. Instead, she found a corner in the laundry room to settle into, took out her phone, and unhurriedly scrolled through her messages.
Hayes Hughes had called her twice.
He had also sent her messages on WeChat.
[Mia, are you asleep?]
[I have the day off tomorrow. Is there anything you'd like to eat? I can make it and bring it over.]
When she didn't reply, he asked again after a while: [How about pork rib soup?]
[It won't be too greasy. If you don't want soup, I can make some congee. Sweet or savory?]
——
