The Haunted Pact of Fengzhai

I can see the color of the emotions above everyone's head: dark red for fear, gray-blue for sadness, and bright gold for happiness.

Listening Wind Studio isn't an ordinary teahouse. What we trade here is human nature.

A man wanted to trade his memory of the scent of osmanthus for the chance to forget his cheating wife. The price was three months without a sense of taste. I refused.

The ledger grew hot, and punishment descended: at midnight tonight, I will forget the color of my mother's eyes.

My name is Lin Yan, the 37th-generation shopkeeper. You can take away my System, but you can't change my principles.

Later, a forensic examiner opened the door to Listening Wind Studio. A red mark appeared on her palm, and the thought