Having spent one night together, Xiang Nanzhi recognized the towel.
"Shen Shixun, if I remember correctly, this should be your face towel."
He still didn't speak; to be precise, he hadn't spoken since he saw her, as if he had something on his mind.
She said her feet hurt, so he rubbed safflower oil on them for her. She said pregnant women shouldn't use it, so he grabbed his own face towel and used it to wipe her feet.
The room fell silent for a moment. Xiang Nanzhi looked at the man's preoccupied face and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
After wiping it clean and screwing on the cap, the room still smelled of safflower oil, but it was much fainter than before.
The man got up and rubbed the towel. Xiang Nanzhi put on her slippers and followed him. She noticed a large scratch on his arm. "Are you injured?"
She was so preoccupied with herself that she didn't notice him. He had a large abrasion on his arm that had scabbed over, making it look like a fresh wound, with the edges faintly red.
"Shen Shixun, you... how did you get injured?"
She asked a pointless question: injuries are very common on construction sites.
He glanced at her and finally spoke, "It's nothing."
I washed the dishes, heated up the food, and handed her a pair of chopsticks. "Hurry up and eat."
Aren't you going to eat with me?
"I've already eaten."
He had been drinking; she could smell the alcohol on him. The safflower oil had dissipated, but the smell of alcohol lingered on the man.
"Who did you drink with?"
She acted as if she were checking up on someone.
"A friend."
His friends were nothing more than those on the construction site, so Xiang Nanzhi simply didn't ask any more questions.
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