Jiang Yan entered the bathroom and washed herself from head to toe two or three times, not stopping until no more black oily smudges were visible on her skin. Only then did she dry her hair and exit the Space.
As she turned the corner, she happened to see Ye Qing and Song Qian.
Ye Qing: "Morning."
Song Qian, "Jiang Yan, why didn't you rest a bit longer?"
It was only about eight o'clock in the morning, the corridor was dark and gloomy, and barely bright outside.
Jiang Yan smiled, "Couldn't sleep."
"We're going to check on the hunting dog from yesterday, wanna come?" Ye Qing's gaze lingered on Jiang Yan's face, and he instinctively sniffed slightly with his nose.
After his senses were enhanced, although not as acute as Jiang Yan's, they were significantly stronger than those of Song Qian, an ordinary person.
The corridor was dimly lit, but he could clearly sense that Jiang Yan's face seemed different from yesterday's.
