-xiuren- Gao Qing Xie Zhen Tu 2024.08.23 No.9061 Carol Zhou Yan Xix Hei Si Mei Tui File

Carol kept the bronze key in a wooden box, next to the old seal of . At night, when the lantern’s flame flickered, she would sometimes hear a soft whisper—like the rustle of a brush on paper—reminding her that the story never truly ends. It merely waits for the next hand to pick up the brush and continue the ink‑stained dream. End of Issue 9061

Yan Xi’s voice echoed in her mind: “The brush must become the boat, and the ink the water.” Carol kept the bronze key in a wooden

Carol’s heart pounded. “What do you mean?” End of Issue 9061 Yan Xi’s voice echoed

“,” he said, his voice a low hum like the rustle of brush on paper. “I am Yan Xi , the keeper of the Hei Si Mei Tui . I have waited for the one who can finish what was started centuries ago.” I have waited for the one who can