It was Lyu Qian who was woken by the urge to pee. She put on a jacket, yawned, and walked to the bathroom, where the drone of a hairdryer came from inside. She glanced at the clock—6:30. At this hour, her daughter was usually still asleep. Why was she up at the crack of dawn today?
The door opened.
Zeng Keqin walked out with her hair down, the scent of body wash wafting from her. She was startled to see Lyu Qian. “Mom.”
“You’re going out today?”
“Mm, a friend came to Nancheng. I’m going to show him around.” Zeng Keqin lowered her head, twisting the hem of her clothes between her fingers. “I’ll probably be back a little late.”
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