chapter 9
By this time, it was already nine o’clock in the evening.
There was no time to pack.
I just grabbed a change of underwear and got ready to leave.
My mom had gone to the bathroom to take a shower.
The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom.
For some reason,
I was strangely compelled not to tell her.
Carrying my things, I tiptoed to the door.
Just as my hand touched the doorknob,
the bathroom door suddenly opened.
A pale hand slowly reached out from the crack in the door.
The arm was slender and fair, droplets of water clinging to it, and the long fingertips were painted with bright red nail polish.
Wisps of mist drifted out from the gap, and that arm hovered in midair.
Then, accompanied by the sound of splashing water, my mom’s voice came from inside the bathroom.
“Shengsheng, could you bring me the towel hanging on the balcony? I forgot to take a towel.”
So it was just for a towel.
I jumped in fright.
Not daring to delay, I hurried to the balcony.
But when I reached the edge of the balcony, I was stunned.
The balcony was completely empty.
There was no towel anywhere.