An Item’s Self-preservation

Lin Sanjiu's hair was fully covered by a red viscous liquid. Her locks of wet hair were stuck to her scalp. Every now and then, she felt small pieces of flesh sinking deep into her hair. The splashed blood on her skin was already dried and the brown patches were itchy and uncomfortable.

Lin Sanjiu tore off the bottom half of her singlet. She used the back part of the fabric, which was not soaked by blood, to clean her face and body. Lin Sanjiu only observed her surroundings after she felt a little better.

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Wherever she looked, Lin Sanjiu could only see mirrors of all shapes and sizes. After walking through over a dozen mirror chambers, she finally stopped in another one of the nondescript mirror chambers. She exhaled deeply and plopped to the ground. She wasn't feeling exhausted but she was so despondent that she felt breathless.