An hour later, this intensity almost took on a tangible form.
Li Yuan took a sip, and it felt just like a regular person drinking strong liquor, a heady sensation.
Jing Shuixiang saw him drinking, and approached with a worried expression.
Li Yuan took out a long flute, glanced around, grabbed the wine jar, and lightly ascended to the rooftop.
The glazed tiles on the roof shimmered under the warm winter sun.
With a broad view, one's heart could feel lighter as well.
Li Yuan drank half the jar, and in his drunken haze, brought the flute to his lips and played a tune called "Longing."
This was an original flute score of this world, expressing a faint sense of longing for home...
The melodious and mournful music spread out, so far that everyone in the Jing family could hear it.
Jing Shuixiang silently sat beside him.
