Trees sprouted new leaves, people harbored new thoughts, the moonlight was heavy, and the forest sea swayed softly.
Atop the cliff, the young man held a flute in both hands and played softly toward the bright moon, his expression focused and earnest.
A meter away from him, Yun Yun sat on the grass with her legs slightly bent, her jade elbow resting on her knee as she supported her fair, elegant chin. Her silver teeth lightly bit her lower lip while she listened and watched with a complicated gaze.
Her heart was like a double-threaded net, filled with countless knots.
The flute melody gradually deepened. Pearls and jade occasionally seemed to leap within the low notes, crisp and brief, rising and falling in turn. The complex notes grew denser, first like a splashing spring, then like a hundred flowers competing in beauty, blooming in brilliant profusion, interwoven with the warbling of birds calling to one another, making one unable to resist immersing their thoughts in it.
At last, the piece came to an end.
"How was it? What did you think?"
Looking at the somewhat absent-minded Yun Yun beside him, Chen Guan asked with a smile, a hint of anticipation on his face.
Yun Yun came back to herself, the strange expression at the corners of her lips yet to fade. She did not quite dare to look directly into his eyes.
"It was quite good. I don't know what this piece is called, but it resonated with me somehow."
Hearing that, Chen Guan smiled happily.
"It's good that it resonated with you. This piece is called Daughter's Love."
Upon hearing such an exceedingly straightforward name, Yun Yun's delicate body stiffened slightly, and a rich wine-flushed red swiftly spread across her cheeks.
Chen Guan knew when to stop as well.