C58 A Strange Sense of Loveliness

Chi Zaozao had both hands on the window and her forehead was pressed against it. She was staring at the stall that was less than five meters away from her at the closest distance.

She hadn't eaten dinner yet, and seeing the pancake she liked but hadn't eaten in a long time, she couldn't help but cry.

In the silence of the carriage, a discordant voice broke the silence