Through the haze, I watched the woman flash me a toothy smile.
Her once-pale face and gleaming teeth stood out starkly, and her complexion grew dull, like a porcelain vase dulled by dust.
The moment she turned back, the ferocity was gone, and she became a woman as delicate and serene as a white chrysanthemum.
She stood harmlessly by the dry well, lips gently pressed together, gazing coldly at the world’s splendor.
