Qin Sisi's words stirred up some memories for Ah Xia. He gazed at the vast sky and answered in a rich, resonant voice, "Use willow flute, the kind made from willow branches. But you can only make them during spring and summer, because in autumn and winter, the willow trees dry up, and it's no longer possible to craft them."
Even if one knows they cannot reach the pinnacle in this lifetime, they should never abandon the pursuit of growth and the desire for strength.
Qin Sisi patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, I'll make one for you."
Ah Xia froze, staring blankly at Qin Sisi for a long time. Hesitantly, he asked, "You… know how to make flutes?"
Qin Sisi nodded. "I've practiced before, but my skills aren't great. I don't know if I can make it well."
These were not words of modesty—she had always focused primarily on forging weapons because they sold more easily, whereas buyers of musical instruments were comparatively rare.
