The night was empty, the alleyways deathly still.
Yanzhu, slight and shivering in her thin clothing, paced through the streets and lanes without a word. Her frail silhouette wandered lonely through the dense, oppressive gloom, only to return to the same spot time and again.
She looked up at the sky, where a cold moon threatened to emerge. Her small face was pale in the biting wind, and she let out a soft cough.
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