The Zhong Estate's luxury sedan had long since vanished into the distance.
The biting wind of late autumn blew coldly across Fang Yi's face, numbing him with wave after wave of freezing chill. He stared blankly at the exquisite Jade Flute in his hand, his mind a chaotic mess. Learn to play ten tunes in a month?
Yes, he had to admit that he loved the sound of the flute, especially Zhong Hua's rendition of "Wild Geese in Autumn at Luoyang". He had even learned to whistle the tune himself, and he knew he might have some natural talent for music. But right now, he had lost all interest.
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