A Performer of Jin

In these turbulent times, her father and mother are high-ranking officials' playthings. She is a forbidden child, unwelcome in this world. One day, she falls from the clouds into the dust and is reduced to a brothel girl…

"Don't cry. They'll hear you." A little hand wrapped in white cloth, every inch of its withered skin covered in scabs that looked like filth or healing wounds, tangled with the blood from fresh cuts, trembled as it reached out and covered the tightly pressed lips of the girl in front of her.

The little one's hand looked filthy! But her eyes were so beautiful. The girl gazed at the little one, whose eyes were like clear water. They were as fragile as a glass bead, holding all the innocence and purity of a child. The girl watched her press her other filthy little hand against her own pale lips. She watched tears pour from those lovely eyes, soaking the already filthy back of her hand... So dirty.