Chapter 1689
- She stroked it lightly, a soft smile blooming between her brows. She must have handled it often—the little doll had turned sleek and smooth, even a bit shiny.
- She’d found the doll in Yang Taojian’s study. Bird figurine in her left hand, doll in her right, she stared, lost in thought.
- Night deepened. She set the bird on the windowsill, hugged the doll tight, and lay down.