When Dugu Yan had finished washing and changed clothes, she discovered that the new outfit Qian Ni had given her fit unexpectedly well. Not just the size—even the color and style suited her tastes perfectly.
It was as though she had chosen it herself.
It gave Dugu Yan an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
When she returned to the campfire, Jinshi was lying obediently on the ground, completely still.
Qian Ni had somehow brought over a recliner. He sat there comfortably with his eyes half-closed, looking as though he were about to fall asleep.
Dugu Yan stood beside Qian Ni, unsure what she was supposed to do next.
The first task Qian Ni had given her was "take a bath and change clothes."
But could it really be that simple?
Did taking a bath and changing clothes truly mean she had completed the task?
Dugu Yan did not know. Her nerves were stretched to their limit, and she feared Qian Ni was merely toying with her—that he had no intention of helping her at all.
Dugu Yan's mind was a chaotic mess. She kept forcing herself to think, to guess at Qian Ni's intentions.
Did Qian Ni have some unspoken demand she had failed to understand?
Why had he made her bathe? Was it because he thought she was dirty?
And changing clothes? What did that mean? Did he want her to become the way he liked?
Should she take the initiative and move closer to him now? Be more proactive, as she had been before, and offer him everything?
Or did Qian Ni have some other demand of her?
What did Qian Ni want her to do? What did he want to gain from her?
All those chaotic thoughts became a single mechanical response.
"I'm done washing."
Dugu Yan spoke