700 hidden in plain sight

went out, replaced by a stench of decay...From inside the room came muffled sobs. A woman’s voice, soft and trembling, whispered: “I’m just hungry… It’s fine if you don’t give me anything to eat… Why... always pale.”I pondered for a moment, tilting my head, about my petite and beautiful little disciple: "My little disciple is so sweet and lovely now, she's practically overflowing with beauty."He chu...