Xiao Changyi also heard the sound of the flute, but he did not immediately walk towards An Jing. Instead, he waited until he had arranged everything properly before walking over to her.
When Xiao Changyi reached An Jing's side, her "Liangzhou Melody" had finished playing.
Initially, An Jing intended to play casually, but as she played, she became more immersed in it. Even when her flute music stopped, she found herself unable to come out of it, still lost in its reverie.
Where there is war, there is death.
"Laugh not at the drunk lying on the battlefield, how many who went to war in ancient times ever returned?" She hoped they could all return.
Xiao Changyi said nothing, just sat beside An Jing and stretched out a hand to hold one of hers tightly.
An Jing, somewhat dazed, stared at the hand holding hers for a while before slowly turning her head. She did not speak, only smiled at Xiao Changyi, a small smile that was enough to reassure him.
