Not long after, the train lurched into motion. The piercing wail of the whistle shattered the station’s clamor once more, like a sharp blade thrusting straight into Su Mengcheng’s heart.
Just as she found a seat in the crowded carriage, that sound triggered a sudden rigidity in her body. A flash of memory struck her mind without warning: the Jade Cicada, the piece she never let out of her sight, had been left behind in the Zhou Family art studio. She had actually forgotten something so vital.
She scrambled desperately to squeeze toward the train doors, but the two people beside her gripped her tight.
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