C153 Zither Xiao Chop

Luo Qing Cen was already quite good at music. She actually got a bit drunk listening to the flute. She watched the flute play as it moved up and down in the sky. She watched the flute ride the wind, ride the clouds, and then sink into the water.

But just as she was about to be completely immersed in it, the sound of the flute suddenly resounding and mournful, waking her up. In an instant