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"As you wish." ~ She secured the knot of her cloth sack, and once more it was slung around her right shoulder as she followed Sayn on her path ahead. For a brief moment, she felt a little pang as her left fingers brushed against the flute, but she shook off the temptation as she remembered the earlier day's events ~ She couldn't stand the drum beat of that handsome male, she probably can't take my playing of the flute. ~ She sighed softly as she brisk-walked ahead, wondering how she would be able to bear the days ahead without this last connection with her teacher.
Zheng Cheng Kang.
One day we will meet again, Teacher. One day, we shall.
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