Chapter 13: Huge debt
How was she supposed to bathe with this little water? It was only enough to wet her feet.
Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes. The urge to cry became very strong. She had never suffered like this. Just what kind of hellhole had she arrived in?
Was she being punished here for being a lazy bum in her past life? Was this some sort of hell designed to punish people like her?
Minutes later, Liora stepped out of the bathroom, her hair damp and glistening with tiny water droplets, her face freshly scrubbed, and her body clad in a clean outfit that had mysteriously appeared along with the bath supplies.
The scent of lavender clung to her skin, and she looked as if she had just walked out of a spa rather than the tiny washroom, which lacked even enough water for washing.
Zhou Yinuo, who had been waiting in the living room, looked up and nearly dropped the cup she was holding. "Liora?" she gasped. "How... how is this possible? You look—"
Liora smiled mysteriously, brushing a lock of wet hair behind her ear. "I managed to clean up in that water," she said cryptically, choosing not to mention the absurd loan hanging over her head.
Even she knew that it was a lame lie that even a child would not believe. And she was not in the mood to give an explanation when she was dead tired.
But in her mind, the scene in the bathroom replayed vividly.
Flashback
Liora sat down in the cramped bathroom, glaring at the half-filled bucket of water as if it were the enemy of her soul. Her hair clung to her dirt-streaked face, and her skin itched from days of grime and sweat. She let out an exaggerated groan of frustration.