"Yes."
Jiang Shiheng put the cup of tea down again.
Of course, he wouldn't drink tea offered by strangers outside, especially when this place was arranged by Lu Shuangshuang.
The bodyguards wouldn't drink it either.
Although the rain had lessened a bit, it continued to drizzle, and the sky remained gloomy and dark.
Other than the sound of rain, there was no other noise in this small temple, creating a desolate feeling.
Just then, a flute sound suddenly came from the backyard.
The flute melody was clear and lingering, with a hint of little naughty playfulness, seemingly cutting through the loneliness.
It was an ancient tune from D State.
Upon hearing the flute, Jiang Shiheng's body shook.
A scene seemed to appear before his eyes: the seaside, the beach, the rocks, and on the rocks sat a young girl playing a bamboo flute.
He stood not far from the rocks, slowly walking toward her.
