Chương 429: Chapter 74: The Scribe's Bind

The sky of Xinlandon was always the color of lights.

But sometimes, when energy was scarce, the daylight would appear grim and drab. Lailei stood on the street, cradling her broken doll, standing there in a daze. The sewage pipe above had burst a hole, and wastewater flowed down the wall, passing by her feet. Many people were on the street, but no one paid any attention to her, or to the whimpering of the small dog caged at the street corner.

I don't know where to go...

Lailei thought.