As she lay there, staring at the ceiling, her mind raced with thoughts of her uncle and the turmoil engulfing their family.
Though the servants whispered of his gradual recovery, Jiho felt the distance between them stretch like a chasm. Each day that passed without seeing him deepened the ache in her heart, a painful reminder of the bond they shared and the solitude she now faced.
Weeks turned into months, and the relentless grind took its toll. The city outside her window buzzed with life, but Jiho felt trapped in a whirlwind of chaos, battling not only for her company but also for her sense of self.
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