The water flowed gently down Eve Nightburn’s body, tracing the graceful curves of her petite frame as it cascaded over her.
Amidst the swirling steam that enveloped her, she appeared both hazy and mysterious.
At this moment, all the hair dye had been thoroughly washed away from Eve Nightburn, revealing the light yellow hue that had been hidden beneath.
Her fair skin, nourished by the warm water, showed a hint of rosy flush.
Warmth and comfort intertwined, illustrating the simple beauty of life.
After rinsing off, Eve Nightburn took the shampoo and applied it to her hair.
A mass of bubbles soon overflowed on her head, drifting away with the breeze.
Feeling it was about time, she turned on the shower again, letting the water rinse away the foam from her hair.
After a step-by-step cleansing process, she finally used a bath sponge to apply body wash, thoroughly cleaning every stain from her body.
Once done, Eve Nightburn wrapped her towel around her head, gathered her belongings, packed them into her bath kit, and left the unnoticed little corner.
She placed her items back into the locker, wanting to soak in the hot spring once more.
Returning to the bath, Eve Nightburn lay down directly, embodying her approach to life—thinking nothing and simply falling asleep.
After an unknown period, she felt slightly nauseous. She opened her mouth to take a deep breath, seeking a brief moment of clarity.
Eve Nightburn lifted her heavy eyelids and looked at her right hand.
“It’s already pruned…”
Seeing the wrinkled patterns on her fingers, she knew she couldn’t stay in the bath any longer.
Dazed, Eve Nightburn left the bath, exited the bathroom, found a towel, and dried her body.
After dressing, she left the place.
Returning to the lobby, Eve Nightburn returned her deck.
The receptionist chatted with her while settling the bill: “So, little girl, your hair is naturally light yellow?”
Eve Nightburn didn’t answer. She put on her hood, turned around, and took her shoes with the receipt.
At that moment, a pair of girls arrived at the bathhouse.
“Bianca, I’ll buy the tickets; you wait here,” the matcha-haired girl said to the red-haired girl beside her, expressing her thoughts.
“No way! I still owe you for that milk tea! This time, I must pay!”
Bianca Duan turned her head to look at her best friend, Shanna Tong, only to find her attention elsewhere.
“Shanna, what are you looking at?”
“Don’t you think the little girl by the shoe stand looks familiar?”
Shanna Tong looked at Eve Nightburn, who was changing shoes in the distance, feeling a sense of déjà vu, as if they had met not too long ago, perhaps just a few days prior.
“Bianca?”
Shanna waited but got no response from her best friend. She quickly turned around to find that her good friend had already bought the bath tickets at the front desk…
Her friend’s move was a bit too ruthless.
Bianca Duan walked over with two decks, handing one to Shanna Tong: “Let’s go, finish early, and go home early.”
“This…”
Shanna’s mouth twitched momentarily. Was it necessary to haggle over such a small amount?
If you really want to haggle, how about boosting my total score by three points in the next exam? You have plenty of room for improvement.
Shanna swallowed her words and followed her best friend to the shoe-changing area.
As Shanna approached the shoe stand, she glanced at the girl with a hood who had just passed by.
The glimpse of light yellow under the hood was unforgettable.
Watching the girl disappear from her sight, Shanna finally stopped staring, turned around, changed her shoes, and went to the bathhouse with her best friend.
After returning home, Eve Nightburn found the remaining half bottle of hair dye.
She moved her chair into the restroom, faced the mirror, and began dyeing her hair.
Nowadays, Eve Nightburn absolutely could not appear in public with light yellow hair; it was extremely dangerous.
After spraying the dye, Eve Nightburn returned to being a black-haired loli.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t help but marvel at how effective the quick-dry hair dye was.
Although her hair felt uncomfortable afterward, it was better than a death sentence.
Eve Nightburn walked out of the restroom, put her chair back in place, and looked out the window to find it was already noon.
“How does time pass so quickly these days?”
Eve Nightburn felt helpless; meaningless time always flies by.
But 99% of a person’s lifetime is garbage time.
The remaining 1% is slightly less garbage.
“After all, it’s just too idle after being unemployed.”
Eve Nightburn quickly identified the crux of the problem.
Happy times always fly away the fastest; pure sweetness is imperceptible, so her meaningless life needed something to spice it up.
Eve Nightburn realized it was time to find something to do.
“Maybe I should become a volunteer?”
…
Suddenly, Eve Nightburn realized.
“Being a volunteer just means working for free, right?”
“That’s not a real job at all!”
Although Eve Nightburn didn’t expect to earn a single penny.
But what kind of volunteer work to do was essentially asking the same question again.
After some thought, Eve Nightburn ultimately abandoned the idea.
“Even to be a volunteer, you need to be 16, right?”
Eve Nightburn wasn’t worried about her age; she was concerned about not having an ID card.
Without an ID card, no one would believe her age, no matter how real it was.
What is the most terrifying thing in the world? The answer is having no nationality.
A person without a nationality can’t move an inch anywhere.
Now, Eve Nightburn is half a stateless person. Why half?
Because she still uses her old ID card information for many things.
It can only be said that, theoretically, a man named Eve Nightburn exists in this world, but a man named Eve Nightburn existing in this world is theoretically impossible.
Could this state be the legendary: I exist, therefore I do not exist?
A paradox arises, folks.
“This absurd world is really hard to understand…”
Eve Nightburn sighed helplessly, deciding to be more pragmatic.
“Forget it, I’ll just do what I’m good at.”
Having figured this out, Eve Nightburn pulled the door handle and left the rented flat.
