C374 Chapter 374

A name written on paper—hard to erase, even after ages.

Out of the empty air came a voice, like someone singing old stage lines—tragic and hollow, bleak and lonely.

Lingxiao gripped the railing by the window and leaned out for a quick look. In the dead quiet of midnight, the city still blazed with dazzling lights. Those lyrics unfurled like vivid peonies