Bai Li took a clean set of pajamas, shorts, and underwear, and went to the bathroom to take off her dirty clothes. Although the house had a water recycling system, there was no need to wash clothes. The shopping malls outside were probably abandoned; she could just get new clothes from there later. She had long since gotten used to thinking like this. Clothes could be replaced. Small losses could be made up for. The real problem was always water, food, medicine, and anything that helped people keep going one more day. She set the dirty clothes aside, then paused and picked up the Tang sword leaning nearby so she could lay it safely against the wall. Even now, after using it so much, she still treated the sword carefully. It was one of the few things that had stayed reliable in this messed up world.
