~ Guesthouse, dark bale
"What could bring such a dark bale to her?"
Asked the half-man, standing next to the stone musician lady with a hung mouth. The crowd expanded to watch this mysterious scene, not everywhere could such a rare thing, thus master Qin used the chance, and dragged the prince to a quiet corner.
"See, if not destined people use those notes, this will be their end."
The prince was wearing a tensed skin, until now, it was truly his favorite music but from now inwards, it was the worst one he loathed. The song of life was savage, if someone plays it wrong and rides against the rhythm that was decided for him, this pleasant music would drink the last drops of life until he turned to stone. Exactly, like this poor woman.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The old man shot him a glare, "I thought you are stingy enough not to share your belongings with others."
