C69

In the dead of the night, Ouyang Shenmo was standing under a tree, playing the jade flute on his lips time and time again. His eyes were downcast, and a moonlight was pouring down from the verdant night sky, the mottled shadows of the tree gently swaying under his feet.

It was only until the fifth fragment of the night did Ouyang Guanmo slowly put down his jade flute and leaned against a tree