It no longer matters whose emotion or resentment the flute sound arouses. The ups and downs of the past and the unbearable memories have all turned into smoke. She only wanted him to spend the rest of her life with her. Even if she had supreme power and authority, it was not as good as his short gaze.
How many people hated her to the core, and how many people's blood was stained on her jade flute. No one knew. Even her own heart was numb with blood. Only he can give her a sunflower when she is most helpless.