My Costar and I witness something unpleasant
tw: non-explicit prostitution
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Yao Shen's first instinct is to jump back in shock at the grisly sight, but then he remembers poor Sun Yi, and how she didn't pose any threat, and tries to steady his breathing.
"Sorry to disturb you," Yao Shen says, approaching the woman in the bed quietly. "Is there something we can do to help you?"
The woman scoots back up the bed, drawing her knees up her face and wrapping her arms around her legs tightly. "What do you want from me?"
Yao Shen inspects her more closely and notices she's wearing a modern version of a qipao, it's cheaply made and awkwardly cut, the complete opposite of the elegant, fine version the female ghost king wears. It's hard to tell because of all the blood running down her face, but the woman must have been around middle-age by the time she died.
He kneels down by her side and asks, "Ma'am what happened to you?"