C500 Port of Summitry

Then, the melodious and mournful flute melody once again came out from the window, drifting along the wind. It went against the billowing ocean current, wandering endlessly between the endless heaven and earth.

What the flute music was carrying was the regret and regret of the white-haired youth.

Going with the wind, he could vaguely make it travel a thousand miles, or even further. In short