The cold hand dissipated the heat in his fist, and a refreshing life force flowed in, gently washing his veins, and the refreshing energy that symbolized new life seemed to be healing his wounds.

Before Dill could speak, a crisp and gentle flute sound sounded in his ears.

The soft flute sound, like the singing of a hundred birds in unison, the smooth and steady flute sound, coupled with the breath of life bathed in nature, Dill was shocked, quietly listening and feeling these conveying good feelings, and his expression also changed slightly with the flute fluctuations.

He turned his gaze to the source of the sound, and Timit, who was playing the flute, was extraordinarily soft, with a pair of spring onions......

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