C327 The Owner of the Black Feather Hand

However, the young man named Chen Mufeng lay in a pool of blood, his head turned toward Xia Shirann, his dilated pupils reflecting the clear blue sky. He could no longer hear her cries.

It was as if a bird longing for the sky finally soared after its wings were clipped.

"My name is Chen Mufeng, like the gentle breeze of spring."

"I'm Xia Shirann, like the passage of time."

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