Fan Yulei felt like a wandering soul, trapped in place, unable to leave.
On top of the red wooden building, there was a stage where a woman sang. However, the woman on stage, unaffected by the discussions below, gracefully twirled her folding fan as she sang a melodious and poignant tune. It gave people a sense of traversing through endless years, facing the strict hierarchy of the era, and encountering the whispers of birds and the fragrance of cosmetics. The woman on stage wore a magnificent headdress, adorned with heavy makeup, her delicate eyebrows arched, and her voice softly murmuring.
Fan Yulei looked at the person on stage, and memories were instantly awakened within him.
Even though the woman had applied heavy makeup, he saw through her at a glance.
She was the female ghost who had almost harmed him last night.
However, the woman on stage didn’t possess the same intense hostility in her eyes, appearing relatively calm.