In Jiang City, November has already turned chilly.
Feng Yihuan turned on the cold water faucet, and a splash of cold water sprayed down from the showerhead.
In that moment, every hair on Feng Yihuan's body seemed to stand up, chilled to the bone.
She shivered, and after a while, gradually got used to the cold water temperature.
Ten minutes later, Feng Yihuan emerged from the bathroom, much calmer after the cold water shock.
She's nineteen this year, and after the New Year, she'll be twenty.
At least she can be considered an adult, no longer a little kid.
She also understands that she and her second brother are siblings, and cannot go beyond this relationship.
Feng Yihuan looked at the mirror and dried her hair.
It was very cold when she washed with cold water, but now she felt warm.
She looked at her face and told herself she's not a kid anymore.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, "Huanhuan, come down for dinner."
