Su Yan felt some moisture as she touched the black cloth.
It was too dim to see clearly.
Then, her attention was captured by the scene in front of her.
It was a young girl.
Wearing a long black dress.
Barefoot, her ankles were fair.
There seemed to be a pattern on those ankles, intricate and mysterious.
The girl's hair was loose, and she crouched in the corner.
In the vast prison, she was the only one.
The girl's light and pleasant tune continued.
Until after a while, she seemed to notice Su Yan's presence.
She lifted her head.
Revealing a pale face.
No, not pale.
Deathly white.
The kind of whiteness without any blood, like a dead person.
The girl was delicately beautiful, her large eyes gazed at Su Yan.
Her lips were like a red rose, shockingly red.
She squatted there, looking at Su Yan, curious and innocent.
If there was something one could remember, it would probably be those eyes.
One pitch-black, one ashen.
