Xia Zhe was in the bathroom for a long time. He stood under the showerhead and took a cold shower. As he thought about the intelligence agent and what was left of the dead body in the end, he felt a little uneasy. He felt that major changes were afoot and that he must send Qiao Mei back as soon as possible. Sky City was not safe now.
About an hour and a half later, Xia Zhe came out of the bathroom, his body all cold. Qiao Mei was worried that he would catch a cold, so she went to the kitchen to make ginger tea for him. She only felt at ease after watching him drink it with her own eyes. He lay on the bed and hugged her tightly without saying anything.
"What's wrong? You've been preoccupied since you got home. Tell me about it," Qiao Mei said gently.
"It's nothing. I just feel… I can't bear to part with you…" Xia Zhe said in a hoarse voice.
