The room was too clean, which was the first thing Ran Xueyi noticed.
The soft golden light softly brightened the room, the thick carpet muted their footsteps as they padded around in it, and the mirror reflected her and the woman.
Ran Xueyu stared at the mirror for a bit longer. For the past few days, she had been kept and starved; her body showed slight changes. Her skin has become paler, the skin under her eyes darker, and her lips drier.
The woman who had bathed her stepped back, eyes cold and professional. She said nothing more after the warning. She did not argue when Ran Xueyi refused to touch the dress, waiting and staring at her as if she had expected this. But she also knew that Ran Xueyi would soon understand that resistance here would not result in anything but punishment and more torment.
The consequences of disobedience were something that the woman would not even dare think of.
