Wu Liangchen froze for a moment, then broke into a smile.
"Hello, Song Ling'Er. My name is Wu Liangchen!"
Song Ling'Er smiled back, a truly happy smile.
In fact, it was the first time she had ever smiled in front of a stranger.
She couldn't even remember the last time she had smiled.
"Here's some kids' clothing. In the bathroom, the red knob is for the shower. Go get cleaned up. I'm going to make dinner now." After giving her a few instructions, Wu Liangchen turned and headed for the kitchen.
Song Ling'Er went into the bathroom. Thanks to the excellent drainage and ventilation, the smell of blood was faint.
In the bathtub, Zhu Biao's eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe he had died just like that.
But Song Ling'Er showed no fear. She calmly took off her dirty clothes and turned on the shower.
Warm water cascaded over her scarred body, washing away the tears that streamed from her eyes.
