Unforgettable Hatred

Late at night.

Feng Qi strolled by the lake, deep in his thoughts.

They included plans for the future and thoughts about the structure of human civilization.

At this moment, a breeze rose and fell by his ears, and he heard the sound of a harmonica from afar.

He looked up and saw Mu Qing sitting under the willow tree by the lake in the distance, playing quietly. The harmonica in her hand was now the silver-white harmonica he had given her.

Without greeting her, he walked to the grass beside her and quietly sat down to listen to her continue playing the tune.

Compared to before, the tune was less sad and contained a hint of warmth.

The sound of the harmonica was like a proclamation, containing all kinds of worries of the heart. Under every note, a calm and supple soul was buried. His emotions also fluctuated with the tune and he was immersed in it.