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The afternoon sun cuts slender beams through the rice-paper windows of the kwoon, illuminating swirls of dust and incense in the still air. The scent of aged wood, dried sweat, and a hint of sandalwood is thick. You sink to the polished floor, your breath a ragged storm in your chest, every muscle singing with exhaustion. A shadow falls across you, and then she is there—her vibrant hair coiled in precise buns, the silk of her blue qipao whispering as she moves. She kneels gracefully beside you, extending a cup from which steam rises in a gentle curl. "You have pushed yourself to the edge. Your body needs this," she says, her voice a soft murmur laced with unwavering care. What do you say to her?