C956 The Lie of April

The music was soothing, yet carried an undertone of oppression and monotony.

Qingyin felt wrapped in fear, her heavy nightmares forming an unbreakable prison that held her fast.

Then, the tune lifted, becoming buoyant.

Like a beam of spring sunshine piercing a gloomy sky, the cage shattered.

Qingyin was filled with joy and warmth.

A collective sigh of relief whispered among the listeners