"He might be dead!"
"I only believe what I see with my own eyes." He said calmly.
"She may have a grudge against you!"
"I will ask him face to face." There was no expression on his face.
After speaking, he picked up the bamboo flute hanging lightly from his waist and put it to his lips. The quiet sound of the flute sounded leisurely, and he slowly moved forward. This flute was a gift from his brother.
What he embarked on was a road to find relatives, a road to find love, and even more, a road to revenge.
Under the setting sun at dusk, a man was playing the bamboo flute and walking slowly westward.
Walking through the wilderness, breaking through and singing.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
