Feng Tianyou stepped out of the room, following the sound of the melody until he finally stopped in front of an exquisitely crafted wooden house.
Through the half-open window, he saw Lin Zishuang inside, playing the guqin.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, Lin Zishuang's guqin playing was indeed quite good.
He quietly listened to her finish a piece, then silently left.
Tomorrow, he would have to leave.
In both Ning City and Jiang City, there were many matters that needed his attention, and it indeed wasn't appropriate to stay here any longer.
Elsewhere, Su Ningyan and Zhuo Junyue were both lying in bed.
Su Ningyan held Zhuo Junyue's hand tightly without letting go, and the two of them said nothing, just quietly looking at each other.
Ningyan felt, having just returned from the brink of death, that being alive was already a tremendous blessing.
Zhuo Junyue stretched out his hand and gently stroked her face, noting how thin she had gotten recently.