My aunt is a very mysterious woman.
When I was very young, she lived alone in a small house by the river. She never interacted with my family, and no one ever visited her.
In fact, whenever she was mentioned, adults would say in a disdainful tone:
"You're just a brothel girl. Do you still want to build a chastity memorial for yourself?"
Later, I also learned a little about her intermittently from adults. It was probably like this -
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