The flute music began, melodic and poignant, weeping like a soul in sorrow.
Yet, within this exquisite melody, Bai Sinan caught a faint thread of grief. Completely immersed in the sound, she found her thoughts drifting to her past life.
She had grown up with divorced parents, living with her mother. She had never lacked for love or companionship; apart from a father’s presence, she wanted for nothing. She had been raised in a honey jar. Her grandmother had doted on her excessively, indulging her every whim and sparing her from every chore. Ironically, it was this very comfort that had driven her to yearn for independence and reject her family’s guidance.
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