There are towering mountains and misty white clouds.
A faint sound of a flute seems to come from beyond the clouds in the sky, piercing through the heavens. It is a clear and mellow sound, carrying some of the elegance of spring music and the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms, but also contains a bit of aloof and arrogant spirit.
It's a familiar tune.
It's also a familiar feeling.
I don’t know if it’s because they have known each other for a long time and he has only heard him playing the flute, or if his flute sound is really that special, but Zane Shen knew it was Mason Gu just by listening from afar.
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