The longing in my heart is boundless..."

In the last six bars, the column chords played again, and the traveler dragged his melancholy steps, pretending to be sad memories, and his figure gradually disappeared into the night.

Fan Ning stopped pressing the strings, still lowering his head.

He has been surrounded three levels inside and three levels outside.

Even the caravans in front of the bonfire next door stood attentive and bewildered.

In the silence, it was Luna's brother Troy who spoke first.

The person asking the question was the bard next to him:

"Mr. Feeley, I...I want to ask a question."

Fili held his lute and sat there dumbfounded. After hearing him speak, he just slowly turned his neck.

Trowa's voice, which had not been cleaned for a long time, was hoarse, and his tone was quite difficult:
Chapter completed!