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Roel was currently in the midst of scrubbing his hair with his delicate hands in the warm bathtub.

He poured some shampoo on his hands and lathered it before applying it to his hair. This was something that he had done many times before, but it had gotten more troublesome now that his hair was much longer.

I didn’t know that having long hair can be such a hassle,Roel thought with a sigh as he diligently scrubbed the shampoo into every inch of his hair.

He did like the carefree appearance that came from his long hair, thinking that it was a nice change from his usual neat image, but it felt heavy on his head and was difficult to care for. It was simply much more convenient to have short hair, and he was starting to miss it now.

It took a great deal of time and effort before he finally overcame his first challenge, but he was faced with the second one right after.

I don’t have a towel.

“I forgot that I’m not in the Azure Manor anymore. Senior did mention that she found this place on the fly…”

Roel scratched his head awkwardly as he searched around the bathroom for a towel but to no avail.

In the end, he could only walk over to the doorway and knock on it lightly. After catching Lilian’s attention, he carefully opened a crack in the doorway and asked with a reddened face.

“Senior, is there… a towel outside?”

“My apologies, it looks like I’ve forgotten to get one for you. Here, use this.”

Lilian passed a towel to him through the crack in the doorway. Roel took the towel, thanked her, and hurriedly closed the door. He patted his heart in relief right after.

They weren’t real siblings after all. He didn’t think that there was really anything awkward about asking someone to pass him a towel while he was in the bathroom, but somehow, it did feel a little embarrassing when the person on the other side was Lilian.

Perhaps out of consideration for his feelings, Lilian specially averted her eyes while passing the towel over too.

I’m a little surprised how meticulous senior is toward such minor details.

Roel hummed a melodious tune while wiping his hair and body dry.

Once again, he underestimated the inconvenience brought about by long hair. No matter how he tried to towel it, his hair still remained damp. In the end, he gave up on it and turned to look at his clothes, which he quickly realized were soaked in blood and dirt.

He sighed yet again.

It’s dirty and too big for me. I can’t wear it anymore.

Feeling utterly helpless, Roel could only learn from Lilian’s example and wrap the towel around his body. He was just about to get to it when he noticed a faint fragrance coming from the towel.

What a familiar scent. I feel like I’ve smelled it somewhere. Where could it be from…

A recollection of memories flashed across Roel’s mind. Many images flashed across his mind before abruptly coming to a halt at the moment the two of them hugged one another on a bed in the Witness State.

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