The dark night under the moon discussed, a pair of eyes filled with sorrowful tears looking at the desolation scene in front of them, lips quivering like lamentation, as if mourning: "Was I wrong? My homeland, my people, I am so sorry for you, if there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife"
Asagi woke up startled, sweat drenched her forehead, it was that dream again, who was that girl? Why do I feel that person is so familiar? In the end is why?
Asagi got off the bed, sighed, subconsciously walking towards the zither with her feet, her slender fingers gently stroking the strings, a clear voice resounded: