60 Space: Beauty Rujin

1965, Late summer. Su Huaijin accidentally pushed open a dusty wooden box in the stuffy attic. There was no gold, silver or jewelry, just a small, dusty stoneware bowl with a shallow pool of clear water at the bottom. Hungry, she subconsciously took a sip. At that moment, it was as if the dry land met the sweet rain, and a coolness slipped from the throat into the limbs and bones. She didn't notice that the old burn scars on her arms were fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.