Hear the sound of water flowing.

The shower head sprayed out warm water and poured it on the brown hair. A very gentle hand blocked the bun line on the forehead to prevent the water from washing the girl's cheeks.

Touch the scalp, scratch it gently, and with a little force, use your nails to pull out some of the dirt, then rinse the scalp layer with warm water again to clean it in detail.

Xiao Ai closed her eyes and heard the squeezing sound.

"Zila————!"

It smells like violet, a shampoo mixed with chemicals.

Cool it with ice, rub it into small foam in your hands and then touch it, spread the shampoo evenly on brown hair, and start scratching symmetrically again.

Start cleaning from the forehead to the back of the head.

"Do you also wash Mao Lilan's hair like this?"

Xiao Ai suddenly remembered that when she was very young, her parents were not around, and only her sister took her with her every day.

At night, when I wash my hair.

The two sisters stood in the small bathroom. Mingmei would always wash her sister's head first and gently scratch her head with her fingers.

But unlike boys, Mingmei's "lightness" is because she is too young, doesn't have much strength in her fingers, and is afraid of scratching her sister's scalp.

"Well, no, when I was able to wash my sister's hair, we were separated because of our family. This is a skill I developed because I often washed my mother's hair."

Gongsheng rubbed it and cleaned every corner.

He grabbed the shower head next to him again and released the warm water flow, which turned into countless small streams, washing the shampoo on brown hair clearly and cleanly. He would also scratch with one hand along with the water flow to cleanse the hair hidden in the cortex and thick hair.

Residual matter.

"Because my parents were busy with the organization's research every day, my sister could only take me to take a shower, then hold my hand, wash my hair, and then blow-dry me. I was not sensible at that time, and it happened every time.

I cried and asked my sister why my mother didn’t wash my hair.”

A smile appeared on Xiao Ai's lips.

Recalling the memories of my childhood, a teardrop fell from the side of my eye.

"But one day, I received the news of my mother's death. My sister still took me to take a bath as usual, but it was my sister's tears that poured on my head that day."

continued.

"It's ridiculous. We two sisters hugged each other and cried all night in the bathroom. The water was cold, and we couldn't wash our hair or take a shower. My sister could only wipe me clean and take me to bed as usual."

Just like the current method.

Use a towel to wipe your hair very gently, pity the other person more than you pity yourself, and every movement is very meticulous.

Exactly the same.

Xiao Ai tried her best to close her eyes and didn't want to cry, but the sadness accumulated in her chest, her breathing began to whine, and her lips were trembling.

"Shiho, raise your head, sister wants to wash your hands."

Suddenly, Miyano Akemi's voice came to my ears.

Although she knew this was impossible, Xiao Ai still couldn't hold back. When she heard the familiar voice, she opened her eyes and looked at the source of the sound.

It still has the face of a boy, but there is no Miyano Akemi.

There is no third person in this bathroom.

"you……"

I couldn't suppress it at all, I was imagining that my sister would appear in front of me at this moment, but when I opened my eyes, it was not my sister. The sadness at the moment when my dream was shattered swept through my heart, creating a storm of haze.
Chapter completed!