Read the excerpt from “A Century Ride.” Slowly and dreamily she pushed the wheel up the road, sometimes standing for a moment with her left hand on the rough rails of the fence, and her eyes closed in involuntary slumber. The early morning wakened, the air was full of the song of larks. The sunlight touched her wan cheeks and glistened from the tears of weariness that gathered in her haggard eyes. Her pretty lips were drawn and pale, dust clung to her little hat, and lay thick on her golden curls.

Which word from the excerpt best defines “wan”?

rough
glistened
pretty
pale