Ye Ran was sitting on a wooden bench, wrapped in a snow-white bath towel.
Her feet were soaking in a wooden foot-bath tub filled with rich medicinal liquid, the warm water sending up tendrils of mist that swirled in the surrounding steam. Hearing a muffled gasp, she raised her head toward the haze.
Her damp hair fell and clung to her cheeks, her delicate, fair skin flushed with a faint pink. Her unseeing eyes were dazed and out of focus, devoid of light, looking completely lost.
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