Rong City is not as bustling as Ye City. At this hour, the lights everywhere have gradually dimmed, leaving only some commotion in the distant pleasure district.
Liu Xinghe rubbed the bamboo flute in his hands, sitting atop the wall for quite a while.
This flute was a gift from Lu Xingchi.
That year, it was his eighth birthday. Lu Xingchi, five years older, had saved up for more than two months to afford this flute.
It was just a plain bamboo flute.
Liu Xinghe brought it to his lips, and a tune from the Shu Region slowly poured out from the flute.
Though it was meant to soothe the soul and induce sleep, it sounded so sorrowful.
Liu Mianmian had slept too much during the day and could not fall asleep.
Meanwhile, outside, Luliu, who was keeping watch, had started to snore softly.
These past few days, she had been unconscious, leaving the two slaves on edge. Now that their mistress was awake, their hearts were at ease, and they could finally get a good night's sleep.
