The first night of this not-so-peaceful trip went by just like that.
Valeria had trouble adjusting to the environment, tossing and turning in the tent until she finally fell asleep close to dawn.
As a result, she felt she had just closed her eyes—
The piercing sound of a flute entered her ears, startling Valeria awake as if from a nightmare. She sat up abruptly, suddenly realizing that the flute sound that seemed like a deadly curse was not a nightmare but real. She could hardly believe her eyes widened in disbelief.
—Who is so despicable this early in the morning?!
This is killing me.
"Nora."
Clement Winter yawned as he carried a bottle of water to the creek to rinse his mouth. Seeing Nora Scott playing the bamboo flute, he greeted her sleepily.
The crew, shocked to death in the early morning: Clement, you're a professional musician, aren't you? Do you dare to teach Nora how to respect music!
Nora paused, holding the bamboo flute, and glanced at him sideways, "Morning."
