The woman's hair was scattered over her shoulders, and her face was dirty, as if mud had dried on her face.

She wore a long-sleeved lotus pink, but now the pink was embellished with black dots.

When the woman saw someone come in, she sat up with her body propped up.

She vacated the chair next to her to drain the water, pulled another one out from the end of the bed, and pointed to the ......

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