Ambiguous

The flute was in Yan Ruyu's hand.

Zhao Shuning smiled happily.

Back then, he had always felt guilty for damaging his Master's flute. Later on, his Master had a new flute by her side. However, Zhao Shuning couldn't get through that hurdle in her heart.

Yan Ruyu's expression was warm.

Back then, his father had personally given him the flute that he had given to Ye Ling.

Therefore, it was of great significance to Yan Ruyu.

However, there were some things that were bad, no matter how much one missed them, they wouldn't be able to return to their original state.

"Master, I only have one more year before I can leave the school assembly."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Teacher, you know that I still have a lot of things to do. I haven't checked thoroughly, and there were no less than tens of thousands of people who died tragically in Empress's palace. As their leader, I am responsible for them."

"Hmm, do you have any leads?"