Phoebe stepped toward the door, intentionally making her footsteps loud, and shut the door heavily to make sure she heard it.
Upon hearing the door slam, Shíwǔ finally breathed a sigh of relief.
True to Phoebe's word, he swiftly returned, and as Shíwǔ struggled to pull up her pants, he was already back outside the restroom.
"Can I come in?"
Shíwǔ turned to look at herself in the mirror, seeing only a pale-faced, disheveled little girl who looked like a wanderer.
She raised her lips in self-mockery.
"Come in!"
Anyway, he didn't care about her, whether she was beautiful or ugly, what did it matter?
Phoebe pushed the door open, took down the medicine bottle for her, and then extended his hand to press the flush button.
Hearing the toilet flushing, Shíwǔ wished she could find a hole in the ground to dive into.
It was truly the height of embarrassment!
How did she not think to flush first before letting him in?
