My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 38

Matthew’s mobile phone suddenly received a text message, which was from Xanthea.

[Matt, my tutor called me temporarily to inform me that there is a problem with my thesis, which may affect my graduation. I must go back to school to revise it immediately. It’s urgent, so I will leave first! I didn’t have time to tell you, and I can’t travel with you. I’m sorry, I’ll make up for it next time! But since you are there, it’s hard to get a ticket for those exhibitions, so you and Miranda can take a good look for me. Remember to take more photos of the exhibition for me. Oh, you know like those the most!]

“Xan went back?”

Matthew looked at the text message in shock as if he was watching a prank, and Miranda also received the same text message.

Could there be such a coincidence?

And the time was too late to tell them in person?

What the hell was Xanthea up to? It was as if Miranda couldn’t see through her anymore since her coming-of-age.

“It’s done!”

message quickly, her fingers a blur on the screen. She had planned to catch the earliest flight back to Crestwood, but as she glanced out at the airport’s panoramic

insisted on visiting with Matthew, but back then, Matthew’s affections were already secretly engaged with Miranda, leaving Xanthea feeling

her way to various famous landmarks and trendy food spots, taking selfies and soaking in the local culture. At a renowned wishing tree, an old monk unexpectedly handed her a fan inscribed with the words-You will encounter the love of

‘love’ had almost destroyed her.

all staring up at a giant digital screen, animatedly discussing the ongoing show. She looked up to see herself performing in the grand finale of ‘The Masked Singer’-her song “Butterfly”

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er voice is like

only is she gorgeous, but

such a song and win the championship,

media profile, or I’d definitely follow her. I heard a fan club sprang up and it’s already nearing ten million followers in just a few days. She’s

has to debut as a star. We just