Conquer the other worlds with abandon, they've fallen in love with me!

At this moment, Bell on the other side did not choose to go to the public area, but instead booked a private room.

This was her usual way. Before she met Lin Yu, and after she met him… well, there was one exception. That time, she came with Lin Yu, and the two of them squeezed into this not-so-large pool. The distance underwater was so close that she didn't dare stretch her legs out all night.

After that time, whenever she came here, she would always unconsciously walk around to the door of that room and take a look. She wouldn't look at anything else, just take a look. It was as if a single glance could confirm something, grasp something, and allow the warmth of that night to linger in that room a little longer.

Bell had planned to go to the place he had been with Lin Yu last time, but found it was already occupied, so he had to choose the place next door.

She stood in the hallway, staring at the closed door, the small sign above it glowing red and reading "In Use." Her lips pursed slightly, her mouth turning down in a grimace, like biting into a fruit she expected to be sweet only to find it sour. The room was occupied. Occupied by someone she didn't know. Maybe a couple on a date, maybe a group of friends, maybe just someone like her who wanted some alone time. Whoever it was, it was occupied, and she couldn't go in.

She took the key and followed the signs inside.

The corridor was made of wood, the floor perpetually damp from the hot spring steam, giving it a slightly soft, moist feel underfoot. The walls were also wooden, dark brown planks coated with a layer of varnish, the candlelight reflecting a warm sheen. The air was thick with the aroma of sulfur, mingled with the scent of wood, and a faint, sweet fragrance of shower gel wafting from some unknown room.

As I walked, I looked up and noticed two pairs of shoes placed at the door of the tightly closed cubicle next to me.

Two pairs. One on the left, one on the right. One pair is larger, dark-colored, with neatly tied laces and no dust on the surface, as if they had just been taken off. The other pair is smaller, light-colored, with slightly worn toes and a small piece of grass stuck to the upper. The two pairs of shoes are placed side by side, toes pointing in the same direction, resting peacefully on the doorstep, like two quiet little birds perched together.

There are only these two hot spring rooms in this area.

……

She leaned against the pool wall, submerged herself back into the water, and closed her eyes.

The sounds from next door continued. The man's voice occasionally responded with a word or two, low and brief, like the dull thud of a stone thrown into a deep pool. The woman's voice, however, danced lightly against that low backdrop, like a little bird dancing on piano keys, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes near, sometimes far. Occasionally interrupted by something, it would turn into a soft laugh, coming through the wooden wall, like a feather landing on Belle's heart.

Her eyelashes trembled.

Drop by drop, it fell back into the pool water, making a soft, almost inaudible sound, a slow, unhurried sound echoing in my ears, until finally, finally, I could hear nothing at all.

......

She did not open her eyes.

I don't want to see that wooden wall. I don't want to see this overly empty private room with only one person. I don't want to see that lonely pair of shoes on the doorstep.

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