They returned to Jing Mountain silently.
Just as Gu Qili changed her shoes, her wrist was grabbed by him. Without saying a word, he led her to the washroom, and pointed to the tap in front of her, his voice indifferent and emotionless, "Wash your hands."
Gu Qili didn't understand why she needed to wash her hands when they weren't about to eat.
But she didn't ask further, obediently placing her hands under the tap and quickly rinsed them, just about to finish when he said, "Use soap."
Gu Qili: "..."
Confused, she applied some soap on her hands, rubbed them a few times, and then rinsed off the suds.
Thinking it was okay now, he pushed the soap dish slightly towards her again. This time, without speaking, he just stared intently at her. In the mirror, his face was still expressionless, cold as an iceberg.
