Air for lungs, color for eyes and music for ears—that was what Mu Yuhaan meant to her.
Mian grabbed a bottle of body wash and squeezed out a dime sized amount on her one-time loofah. She gently rubbed her neck area, before moving downward. At long after, she rinsed off the lathering, after thoroughly exfoliating her skin.
A cold bath would always blow a new life into her withering spirit, which essence would be sucked dry by long hours at hospital.
Mian grabbed the bar fixed firmly to the wall, before standing up and stepped on the nonskid tread on the bottom of the tub--a recent installment by her mother for avoiding accidental slipping.
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Lunch was pretty simple, with chicken chow mein, chicken and veggie stir fry, slow cooker beef with broccoli and chinese-style glazed pork belly.