After the thumping drum sounds came from the tree hole, the humming sound of a flute followed. Based on the tone, it seemed that the new flute had been picked up too.
Mu Jingzhe smiled and squatted down with her back against the tree. She had known that Xiao Wu wouldn't really give up. Look, he had secretly come here to practice.
She didn't make a sound. Xiao Wu, who was inside, was quiet for a while before he started blowing again. Mu Jingzhe's eyes lit up when she heard that, and she even smiled, but that smile soon vanished from her face.
The more she listened to the flute, the more depressed and sad it sounded. It made her want to cry. It was completely different from Xiao Wu's music in the past, which had made people smile.
