But Ling Zhenfei hadn't seen Hoshino Meigetsu use this xiao before; this time it did sound exceptionally beautiful.
Ling Zhenfei stood nearby, quietly watching Hoshino Meigetsu play. The sound of the xiao was so melancholy, truly enchanting.
When the song ended, Ling Zhenfei gently clapped his hands, and the applause caught Hoshino Meigetsu's attention.
Hoshino Meigetsu turned around and saw Ling Zhenfei, his eyes full of surprise.
Ling Zhenfei said, "This kind of music only exists in heaven; it's rare to hear it in the human world."
Hoshino Meigetsu said, "Why aren't you with your beloved? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
Ling Zhenfei smiled slightly, then flew up to the second floor of the small pavilion.
Ling Zhenfei said, "If someone is playing the xiao in the middle of the night, how can I sleep?"
Ling Zhenfei approached Hoshino Meigetsu, and Hoshino Meigetsu gently stepped back two steps to the middle of the pavilion, then sat on the stone bench.
