Naraku walked out of the conference room with his fists clenched so tightly that blood was flowing out.
She passed by the sad-looking people, passed the city wall, and walked to the small hill next to it.
Her steps were a little unsteady and her body was swaying, as if walking was very difficult.
As she walked, she sat down.
Her somewhat blurry vision was fixed on the star-like sea, and she took out a leaf.
Ye Di put his mouth close to hers, and a clear and beautiful sound came out.
Like a free breeze, the music spread far away once it sounded.
“Woo——”
"What's that sound?" A soul hunter turned around.
"Someone is playing the flute, it sounds nice." A resident who was helping to move things said with a smile.
"It's good to listen to music in such a critical moment."
"Praia also has such musical instruments with different sounds and colors." They started chatting.
“Woo——”
The sound of Ye Di echoed on the quiet city wall. Such exceptionally clear and peaceful music made the groans of the wounded much quieter.
The girl on the hillside ignored the wind and snow, and played the piano with her hair full of snow.
The red hair fluttering behind her was like a blood-red flag standing on the slope, inspiring people.
But as she blew, the leaves in her hand suddenly fell down.
Somehow, a choking feeling lingered in her throat, as if someone was pinching her neck and preventing her from playing.
She couldn't describe what the feeling was, she just felt very strange why she couldn't blow it.
She rolled the leaf in her hand, and the sticky feeling in her throat became more and more obvious.
"Little girl."
The middle-aged soul hunter slowly squatted down.
He searched in his arms, took out a square white handkerchief, and put it against her face.
"…Why are you crying?" he said.
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