Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
As Wuye placed Konan from his arms into the bath barrel, the clothes touching the water's surface immediately turned into sheets of paper and flew up, folding into paper cranes that landed row upon row on the table by the window.
Splash...
With a faint sound of water, Konan submerged herself completely in the warm bath.
Wuye did not look at the alluring jade-white body beneath the water. Instead, his gaze drifted to the paper cranes on the table by the window.
In that fleeting glimpse just now, he had seen what several pieces of paper looked like before they turned into cranes.
They bore several different handwritings...
After all these years, did she still wear the words "Konan likes Wuye" against her skin, just as she had back then...
An indescribable bitterness welled up in Wuye's heart.
"People are always full of contradictions."
As if she knew what he was thinking, Konan softly said from the bath barrel, "Reason tells me not to accept meeting you, but my emotions keep me from controlling myself. Again and again, over and over, I think of you..."
"Actually, many things..."
Wuye hesitated.
He wanted to say that Konan had overthought many things. She could have left them for him to consider; there had been no need for her to agonize over them alone for so long.
But it had already happened. Saying it now would be meaningless.
It would only make her regret it.
He suddenly shook his head and changed his words. "It won't happen again. At least, the conflict between our positions will gradually fade."
Konan's eyes brightened at his words.
"Is it because you became Hokage? Are you going to aid our Land of Rain?" she could not help asking. "Wouldn't that bring no benefit to