The next morning, soft sunlight once again illuminated the streets of Liyue Harbor.
Having left her possessed state, Fu Li sat on a chair at a breakfast stall, slurping down noodles like someone who hadn't eaten in three days. The single strand of hair sticking up on the top of her head drooped listlessly.
If you are wondering why Fu Li didn't comb her hair, only sissies liked combing their hair; true men just gave it a quick tousle with their hands.
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