A soft "pop" sounded, magnified endlessly in the silent corridor.
Ouyang Xianyue's pupils trembled; a trace of panic flashed across her previously composed face.
Tang Song let out a light laugh. "Thank you for the reminder."
He pushed open the door of the café behind him and stepped inside.
Warm light swallowed up his back in an instant.
Ouyang Xianyue stood quietly outside the door, her gaze fixed on the door that was slowly closing.
She gently closed her eyes.
...
Yan City, inside a luxurious penthouse apartment.
「♪BGM: At my ears, a soft echo of distant longing… A flower blooming alone in the night, carrying all the words of love you never spoke…」
Soft notes flowed slowly through the air.
Su Yu sat cross‑legged on the plush wool carpet, cradling a vintage wooden guitar in her arms. Her fingers lightly brushed the strings, her voice clear yet threaded with a faint, elusive loneliness.
