The Flute Is Sad
Morning.
The first ray of sunlight slowly shone on the valley of Succubus Forest.
The scenery was colorful.
Flowers and plants grew everywhere.
Although there was sunlight.
The water of this Succubus Forest.
It was still bone-piercing cold.
It was as if the snow mountain at the back of the mountain still existed.
It was obviously a warm spring season.
The man in green was bathing in the sunlight, but he didn't feel any warmth.
He stretched out his pretty fingers.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
He quietly watched the peach blossom falling from the sky.
Deep in his eyes.
There was also a faint smile.
Seeing this, the girls and children who were cleaning the forest silently avoided the man in green.
The man was truly beautiful.
He had a head full of beautiful hair.
However, he didn't seem old at all. Instead, he gave off a sense of immortality.