"Lin Ying," the busking woman walked along what she described as a cobwebbed alleyway. The streetlights dimly lit, the ground uneven, Su Ziceng inadvertently stepped into a puddle.
Hearing the woman in front introduce herself, Su Ziceng quickly replied, "Su Ziceng."
"Why come to Paris?" At the end of the alleyway, the woman's voice halted in front of a rare three-story white building on a Parisian street.
"For... survival," Su Ziceng gave the quickest excuse that crossed her mind.
The woman named Lin Ying shrugged at this strange response, then walked to the side of the building. There was a small door that led to the basement of the white building.
The damp and dark basement was perennially devoid of light, no wonder Lin Ying's skin was so unnaturally white.
