Qiu Baihui’s hands were secured by chains. When the shackles were first clamped around her wrists, the metal had been biting cold, but gradually, she had warmed them with her own skin.
As the warmth faded from her hands, the chains turned cold once more. She felt so frozen that she seemed unable to perceive what warmth even was anymore.
A strange, numbing sensation washed over her. It was as if she no longer belonged to this body, yet was firmly anchored to it, unable to withdraw even the slightest bit.
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