A girl in rags dragged her weak body towards the river. Her bony hands clutched a broken clay pot. Her left wrist was wrapped in a dirty, bloody cloth. There were various bruises all over her body. The few people around her parted, giving her space to walk... not out of respect... they feared to even touch her shadow. Their gazes, as usual, held disgust, anger, and fear for her. But today, there was more— confusion and shock. The girl's head, which was always bowed down, was straight. The timid look in her eyes— all gone. Her body was shaky, but her eyes were sharp. There was a tense stillness around, except for the sound of her weak limbs dragging on the grass.
'What's wrong with the Jinx?'
That's right... she's the Wenya Village's Jinx— Lin Shuyao