Staring at the bucket of water, she wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt like she was undergoing some strange healing treatment.
Startled by the thought, Wu Yue quickly climbed out of her "medicinal bath" bucket, put on her previous dirty clothes, and drew a fresh bucket of clean water.
By the third wash, the water in the bucket was finally much cleaner.
Wu Yue stared at the black clumps on the ground, shivering with a pang of heartache.
'This body's hair loss is way too severe. I'm not going to go prematurely bald, am I?'
As she changed into a clean, grass-woven outfit, a saying suddenly came to mind: 'My hair is on the pillow, on my clothes, in the comb... everywhere but on my head...'
'How inexplicably depressing...'
Grunting with effort, she dumped the dirty water from the wooden bucket. Wu Yue's hair, once a frizzy mane reminiscent of the Lion King, now hung obediently down her back.
