Chapter 289: No One Lives!

This was an object from the last era. When she was young, working in the brothel, she fantasized about being redeemed by a high-ranking official and living the luxurious life of a great lady, no longer forced to pretend and smile and entertain men on a daily basis.

Someone did redeem her eventually, but alas, he died.

The phonograph was her tribute to that past life.

She sat up, got out of bed, and headed to the corridor, overlooking the living room.

Next to the phonograph, a young man in a black suit was adjusting it; another youth, in a white suit with his hands in his pockets, leaned against the sofa, looking up at her.

They behaved as if they were visitors in their own lounge; their arrival was not for any good.