The sea realm's sky was as clear as washed jade, and serenity and peace reigned over the mansion.
Not knowing when it began, the lingering melody of a flute drifted up from beneath the Shatang Tree, echoing across the island.
The beautiful flute music only made the island seem even more tranquil.
It carried a certain feeling—like "the cicadas' song makes the woods feel quieter still."
No one found the flute tune annoying, as it carried a touch of calming magic to soothe the mind and ease sleep.
In the West Wing of Shatang Courtyard, Lin Shiwei lay on her side upon the bed, watching the little lion cub tumble and frolic before her.
"Awuu~" The naughty little lion suddenly changed its demeanor.
The flute's melody entered its ears, making it open its mouth wide again: "Aaah~"
The tiny lion cub... actually yawned?
Lin Shiwei watched the adorable little thing with amused interest.
