After taking a bath, Amy walked out of the wooden tub, her face refreshed, twisting her wet hair and wrapping her body with a long bath towel.
When she turned around, she saw the blue-haired girl still soaking in the tub, curling up with her legs hugged, only half of her head exposed above the steaming water surface.
"Xin, what are you thinking about?"
Tang Xin: "Is that Siren Miracle real?"
Amy's expression stiffened slightly, seeing the girl staring at her seriously, she laughed it off: "It's just a story made up by the show's scriptwriter, Xin, you wouldn't really believe it, would you?"
"I don't like being kept in the dark."
"Eh?"
Tang Xin didn't say anything more and got up to walk out of the tub, her slender pale ankles lightly touching the ground, with water droplets falling from her deep blue hair, hanging on her distinctly defined neck and shoulders. Her body, hidden in the mist, had gentle and smooth lines, wrapped in a long bath towel.
