The Sound of Purity

Jiang Wu can hear the secrets of the entire world, yet he cannot hear a single thing from An Ning.

Within a hundred meters, the desires in people's hearts buzz like mosquitoes, their malice stabs like icicles, and even the most trivial stray thoughts can grind his nerves to dust. This mind-reading ability awakened in him as a child is a curse, not a gift. Abandoned by his parents as a monster, he became a test subject for a secret organization. Amid the endless din of other people's thoughts, he shut himself away. All he wanted was a deep sleep that no one could disturb.

Until he met Mu Zi.

The young man could soothe wounds with his bare hands, a faint golden light glowing in his palm. When he coughed, petals stained with an unhealed curse came out. Gentle as moonlight reflected in a stream, he bandaged stray cats and shared his last piece of bread with beggars. Even his innermost thoughts were as pure as fresh-fallen snow.

"It's so noisy inside your head." Jiang Wu instinctively stepped back.

Mu Zi only smiled, gently covering the brow furrowed by his headache with his palm. "Then how about I cover your ears for you?"

When a mind reader encounters the one person whose thoughts he cannot decipher, and a healer meets wounds that refuse to be touched, two souls imprisoned by their powers will finally hear the echoes of redemption in each other's shadows.

But spies lurking in the dark, remnants of the organization, and a curse that has endured for a century are quietly weaving a net, dragging them toward an even deeper vortex...