Chu Xuan gently stroked the jade flute in his hand. Xiao Yun not only sang beautifully, but could also quickly master various musical instruments. Of them all, her favorite was the flute, as its clear sound closely resembled birdsong.
In the past, when Chu Xuan acquired this jade flute, his first thought was to give it to her.
Sadly, she has passed away, and eventually, he could only sit in this cave dwelling, staring blankly at the endlessly flowing Gui Xu day and night.
Chu Xuan couldn't play any musical instruments, not even to perform a piece for her. He sat here dazed for a long time, and finally left in sorrow, leaving the flute behind on the mat.
Years later, revisiting the old place, Chu Xuan finally remembered her, but rather than feeling any relief in his heart, there was instead a hollow emptiness...
Unlike Su Mengqing, who knew him well, little Xue was completely bewildered, only aware that Chu Xuan had remembered someone deceased.
