"Girl, it's getting late. The milk for bathing is ready. It's time to get up."
A little girl stood at the innermost door of the room on the third floor of Chang Xiangsi, and called softly to the person inside through the screen.
Ethan Lu looked at the pink curtain above his head and rubbed his brows: "Wait a moment."
The voice was a little hoarse, and it was hard to tell whether it was male or female.
Ethan Lu felt a strange feeling in his heart. He sat up, picked up the small bronze mirror beside the bed and looked at his face.
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