Green Lotus Blooms for the First Time

In the quietness of the empty valley, young Qin Mo was leaning against the tree alone, wearing a moon-white skirt, as if he was isolated from the world. His eyes were deep and confused, as if they were hiding endless stories. He held the flute in his hand. The flute was like his mood. The sound of the water was rumbling, but it carried a remoteness and loneliness that was unlike the human world.