C233 Waiting for Rescue

The sound of rustling snapped Chuxue back to the harsh reality of her situation. She was trapped in this sunless, eerie place, devoid of the star-like flowers she loved, the swing her father had built, or the beautiful music Mr. Ling used to play.

"Oh, right, Mr. Ling left a xun for me." With this thought, Chuxue frantically searched until she found it, clutching the precious instrument Mr