She winced, drawing her leg up painfully, her eyes fluttering open weakly.,The more she thought, the worse her headache became. It was as if someone had a hammer and was relentlessly pounding inside her head. The pain was so intense that Shen Tang hurriedly stopped thinking.,It was unclear how long it had been since this person last cleaned themselves. What should have been a lustrous, black mane was now greasy and tangled with knots. A closer look at the exposed hairline revealed a layer of yellowed, sticky residue. A careful sniff offered a strange, pungent odor - something akin to sweaty socks left unwashed for weeks combined with crushed heather juice. The only redeeming feature was her striking features, which even dirt couldn't completely obscure.。