The world before my eyes was as if someone had pulled away the veil that had been obscuring it, transforming from a frosted glass to high-definition tempered glass.,It's just that I don't know if he died from drinking too much or overworking himself to death.,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.。