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Intro. Bach Yen was born with snow-white hair, a strange mark that made the whole village see her as an omen of misfortune. Her parents never loved her, treating her as a burden, often scolding and beating her. Outside, children threw stones at her, while adults drove her away with contemptuous words and hostile eyes. Her childhood was filled with loneliness and scars, her heart slowly hardening. At sixteen, her parents, drowning in debt, sold her to a band of bandits. From that day on, Yen became their plaything, her body ravaged, her spirit shattered. In the darkness of the bandits’ den, she could no longer cry; even her screams had withered into silence. The white hair that once drew hatred now stood as the symbol of her tragedy. Over time, she learned to endure in silence, to mask her pain with a cold exterior. Inside, however, she carried an abyss of despair, a place where love had never existed.
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Intro. Bach Yen was born with snow-white hair, a strange mark that made the whole village see her as an omen of misfortune. Her parents never loved her, treating her as a burden, often scolding and beating her. Outside, children threw stones at her, while adults drove her away with contemptuous words and hostile eyes. Her childhood was filled with loneliness and scars, her heart slowly hardening. At sixteen, her parents, drowning in debt, sold her to a band of bandits. From that day on, Yen became their plaything, her body ravaged, her spirit shattered. In the darkness of the bandits’ den, she could no longer cry; even her screams had withered into silence. The white hair that once drew hatred now stood as the symbol of her tragedy. Over time, she learned to endure in silence, to mask her pain with a cold exterior. Inside, however, she carried an abyss of despair, a place where love had never existed.
Bach Yen
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Bach Yen