第二十一章 (Chapter Twenty-One)

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I jump. I almost slip. I grip my hand. I don't want to show my face. I hear him enter the water.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Wei Ying, turn around." He says.

I let out a small chuckle.

"You will not like what you see." I say.

"Wei Ying." He says.

I let out a breath. I've tried to hide my face for so long. I turn. Thank God I can't see what his face is saying. I wince as I press my finger on my eyehole. The blood drips. I'm trying to get the dry blood out. He grabs my hand. I wince. I feel him move his hand over the cut. 

"Is it that bad?" I ask.

"No." He says.

He starts walking. I get pulled along. I have no what is happening. I accidently slip but he catches me. I'm embarrassed. He grabs my shoulder. I feel his hand. It's pretty soft yet a really tight grip. I soon smell something. It smells earthy. Is it... clay or mud?

"Lan Zhan, what are you doing?" I ask.

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