Thames
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Above the warm water's surface, thick water vapor drifted in, slowly rising. It danced on the dome above, which was adorned with porcelain decorations, condensed into water droplets, and finally fell into the pool.
Tick.
The sound was gentle and soft.
Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes and rubbed his face with his hands. In the warm bathing pool, his body, which had stiffened in the sea breeze, warmed up. Tiredness took its toll, and a deep drowsiness engulfed him. He propped himself up, stepped out of the bathing pool, and pulled the towel off the rack to dry himself.
Outside the door, a servant's voice rang out, "Young Master, dinner is ready."
"Noted." Ye Qingxuan finished changing and opened the door.
The servant at the door bowed his head respectfully. "The Master is waiting for you in the dining room."
"Alright." Ye Qingxuan caught a whiff of the scent of incense lingering in the air, and his nose felt itchy.