บท 432: Butterfly Ashes

The small door, when pushed open, revealed a clean and bright room.

It probably had no windows because it was built in the basement. However, everything was well organized with many sandalwood cabinets against the walls and a clear glass sliding door.

Xia Ling glanced around and quietly walked towards one of the cabinets. Looking through the glass, she saw neatly arranged rows of CDs that were all about her past life. In her last lifetime, she followed him from the age of 12 until she died at the age of 28. In the middle, all of her songs and albums, including works when she was a trainee, unreleased pieces and different versions were all present.

There were also various video interviews, advertisements, award ceremonies, and so on.

Xia Ling lifted her hand and took out a CD. Unexpectedly, a small piece of paper fell out. She picked it up and saw a familiar handwriting on it—