The old man hurried to the bathroom and upon seeing himself in the mirror, his face was filled with helplessness. His hair was as messy as grass, his face recklessly unshaven, barely distinguishable from a beggar on the street.
Bai Xiao had already poured the hot thermos water into the basin and mixed it with some cold water. Their home didn't have the facility for bathing; they all cleaned themselves this way.
If the old man wanted to complain, he probably couldn't; it was his own choice to come and suffer.
She gave him a new towel and then went out, closing the door behind her.
Yu Shaohua chuckled to himself behind the door; it seemed he was one step ahead of his wife after all. He had said that her plan wouldn't work, but she insisted on trying it, and this girl showed real mettle.
What's the use of saving face when you're old?