He witnessed the bloodied marks, the ruined buildings, and the twisted humanoid monsters.
At first, they were human just like him.
Although it's not the same world, Lin Qianxuan felt a sense of loss for his kind.
At this moment, a slightly mournful melody played, and Lin Qianxuan turned to see it was Bo Mu, that flamboyant guy.
"Xiao Mu, stop playing such sad tunes, play something more cheerful," said Lin Qianxuan.
"Do you understand music? I'm just expressing my feelings, it fits the scene," Bo Mu put down the flute and gave Lin Qianxuan a sidelong glance.
Lin Qianxuan chuckled, his expression dismissive.
He didn't understand music, but neither would he indulge in sorrow and melancholy.
When faced with problems, he looked for ways to solve them. If he couldn't, the worst outcome would be nothing more than death, and after death, even if floods swept over, what would it matter to him?
After all, who doesn't die?