A new round of bright moon is suspended. In the forest, a more blazing light appears, illuminating the path ahead.

Jun Lan drives in the car, stops and looks sideways at the comatose Mu Chu flute on the front passenger seat.

Click, she opens the door, resists the pain on her body, and walks to the cabin with Mu Chu flute in her arms.

the door of the cabin is closed. There is no light in it.

Jun Lan knocked on the wooden door in a rhythmic way, and soon the dark part of the room was illuminated by the light.

there is a light in it. It's not long...