Chapter 467: Daphne
A hundred something years ago. Original world Daphne flashback.
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I fucking hate this.
I fucking hate my life.
I look at the ill-fitting blouse and skirt, the cheap slippers that pinch my toes. I practice my smile in the mirror—small, demure, invisible. The kind of smile that says I am nothing, please do not notice me.
I shapeshift into something small.
Not literally. But emotionally. Mentally. I shrink myself until I am barely there, until I am just another piece of furniture in a house that never wanted me.
I walk out of my room and toward the dining hall.
My mother is already seated. My sister. My sister-in-law. My grandmother—the matriarch, the gatekeeper of tradition, the woman who has made it her life's mission to ensure that every female Han knows her place.
All the Han women.
