Ah Fu still remembers that it was very cold that day, heavy snow fell on the bare tree trunks, and the sky was so dark that no light could shine through.
The man sat on the highest rock, raised his head slightly and blew the horn.
It really wasn't such an exquisite horn. It wasn't inlaid with gorgeous gems, and it didn't have luxurious gold rims. It was just a... Very ordinary horn, ground from an unknown animal horn. It was ordinary and rough, just like that person. However, where the horn was held by the man's hands, there was an inconspicuous layer of patina.
The sound of the horn reminds people of the vast sky, the vast earth, and the fiery red sun falling from the horizon.
That voice... Was so desolate that it made people want to cry.
Ah Fu looked at the man's back, watching him stare into the distance for a long time - that might be her hometown she could never go back to.
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1. For friendship, the timeline is before Laojun meets Qingning, which is also when the war begins.
2. The protagonist is a dark-skinned girl with a paralyzed face and few words.
Concept: Flowers growing in hatred and blood