She listened to his flute music, as if feeling that all the flowers, grass, and trees in the world withered away.
There was only her loneliness left in the entire world.
It was hard to imagine that a person revered by all, whom even the International Alliance would treat with extra deference, could play such a lonely tune.
However, as his flute music continued, she saw all the birds in the forest flying over.
Butterflies, in clusters, flew over and danced around her.
As the sunrise leapt into the sky from the mountain stream, Gu Xiaoxi raised her hand, and butterflies landed on her outstretched fingers. For a moment, she even felt the urge to dance.
"Do you like it?" Ya put down his flute, turned his head toward Gu Xiaoxi with a happy face, and asked.
Gu Xiaoxi coughed, startling away the butterfly on her finger, to say she did not like it would be a lie.
Girls would all appreciate such a surprising and romantic scene.
