C52 She Was like a Woman from the White Country.

In the room, a young girl, likely sixteen or seventeen, was clad only in a simple bib. She held a pile of clothes, puzzling over how to organize and don them.

Bai Mang was at a loss; she could recall how to dress in the garments of her past life but was clueless about the outfit in her grasp.

Despite combing through every memory of her former existence