“Sir, I heard that Third Miss Mo hasn’t regained consciousness yet. They said that she was possessed by evil spirits and fell ill for no reason and then, her life force started to diminish.” The air was fragrant by the lake. The youth wearing a shirt that was as white as snow was playing his instrument elegantly. The sound of the music echoed into the distance. His eyes were closed as he listened to his subordinate’s report calmly. His long lashes remain closed.

His long ...