Ming Peilan's maid then broke into a smile, and continued her work carrying the bucket.,Jiāng's neck was stiff as he twisted it from side to side, taking in the scene. It was still that same bathhouse: blue-tiled roof, whitewashed walls, and on a wooden rack beside him hung his own long robe, freshly taken off...,His eyes were unconsciously drawn to Su Changqing in the bathing tub standing before him...。