In the dark night, the rain is falling bit by bit, and there is gentle music in the wind. Is it the sound of a flute?
With a little sadness, some emptiness and confusion, who is it? Who is playing the flute there?
Through the patches of fog, a beautiful figure stood under a vast tree, holding an ice-colored jade flute in his hand, and the misty sadness in his eyes was so obvious.
"Mom--Mom--Mom--." The shrill cry broke the silence of the night, and the beautiful figure in the mist disappeared instantly.
"No--don't--, mom, mom, don't go, don't leave the book, mom--don't--"
A petite figure sat up from the gorgeous big bed, her beautiful little face was full of tears, and her star-like black eyes were filled with anxiety and despair.
No, mom, she won't come back, won't come back - mom has abandoned the book, no one is taking care of the book, everyone has abandoned the book, right!! No one wants the book - not even mom wants the book!!!!!!!!!
Woo woo woo--