As he stared at the leaf flute, Gu Nanyi was brought back to that night in Longxi Province. There in the Ji Yang Mansion, she had sat next to him folding the leaf in her soft fingers, gleaming stars in her eyes.
He though back to that day he truly began to understand death and loss as he lay on the rooftop in the rain, playing the flute until his mouth bled.
The cold and salty taste in his mouth seemed to echo the bitterness of life.
He was unsure whether he preferred his old tranquility or this new desire to learn.
He knew bitterness, and he knew the sweet happiness that came after bitterness fled.
Gu Nanyi stared down at the paper leaf flute for a long moment before standing and finding a box to safely store it in.
Meanwhile, Gu Zhixiao pattered around on the felt carpet, completely baffled that her father should make her a toy only to take it away.
