After a while, Lance came out of the bathroom. He put on his bathrobe and wanted to go out as usual, ignoring his dripping hair. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the neatly folded towels. He turned around and walked to the bedroom.
He remembered in his mind that before, every time he took a bath, he would see that woman with a flattering face, and sometimes she would take the initiative to help him wipe his hair, nagging nonsense like fearing that he would catch a cold.
Lance was a little absent-minded, he stared at the towel fixedly, and finally picked it up and put it on his head after a while, just in time to drag Leyla's clothes on the side to the ground.
The clothes were spread out on the floor, and half a piece of paper was exposed from the pocket, with black writing faintly v
