Wet clothes clung to her body, making her uncomfortable.
She had just finished showering and changed into clean clothes, unsure of what to wear when she went out later.
The water column falling from the showerhead struck the ground with a noise that seemed louder than before.
With the varying force of the water's impact, the sounds and rhythms also changed.
The sound of running water echoed through the empty bathroom, creating a sonata that rose and fell.
At times it resembled a spring trickling over a mountain creek, meandering through the grassy streams.
At other times, it was like a roaring waterfall, thundering loudly.
Sometimes it was like a deep ocean with lightning and thunder, lifting huge waves where ships swayed on the undulating sea surface, eventually unable to withstand the tossing of the waves and capsizing into the deep sea.
Lu Xiaoyou found that, just as Long Xiliang had said, she didn't feel cold with the cold water running over her body.
