Chapter 788 Going Home To Kneel On The Washboard

• Veronica Saville leaned against the corridor railing. The night had fallen quietly, and the colorful lights illuminated the entire city of C, as if it had been transported into a mythical kingdom in an instant.
• A gentle breeze blew, and with the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, the night gradually grew chilly.
• She unconsciously touched her arm, glancing at the entrance, preparing to go inside.