A few days later.
Monica sent a message through someone.
Decades ago, a woman named Jenny did indeed come to the National Opera House, and her vocal talent was astonishing, making a name for herself in just a few months.
Later, as she aged, her voice changed, and she gradually became marginalized in the theater.
She soon left the opera house.
Since then, she has disappeared without a trace. I heard from the older generation that Jenny left the Royal City and went elsewhere.
"Alas!"
Carl sighed:
"Jenny and I corresponded back then, and she didn't mention these things, only talked about how good life was."
"She probably didn't want you to worry." Shalin, who was visiting today, dined together at the table:
"Now the situation is chaotic. Trying to find old friends who you haven't contacted in decades is not easy."
"Forget it." Carl shook his head slightly:
"Everyone has their own fate. Even if I find her, I can't bring back the feelings of my youth."
"Yes." Shalin agreed:
