C123 The Royal Guards

The sound of the flute was still melodious and pleasant to listen to. Occasionally, there would be a breeze blowing over, and the white-clothed young master's clothes would flutter in the wind. His sleeves danced in the wind, as if he was an immortal who had left the mortal world. A few white butterflies flew around him, as if they were dancing for his flute.

Ye Yuning frowned slightly