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... . The bathtub was full of hot water, and beside it sat a small, fruit-green fabric stool. A water scoop of the same color floated in the water.
Ning Guiwan sat sideways before the bathtub, twisting her upper body to face it, and lowered her head.
Aunty Zhang first combed her hair, revealing a faint, inch-long scar. Even healed, it looked startling.
"Does it hurt?" Aunty Zhang asked, seeing that pulling the hair roots tugged at the scar.
The pain wasn’t too severe, ...
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