.𖥔 ݁ ˖ . ݁ ˖ 𖥔 ݁ Venti was sitting calmly on a rock. It viewed the beautiful ocean and the glowing sunset. He was quietly playing the flute, a breathtaking noise coming from it. Xiao (You) had heard it and were drawn to it immediately. Like a bee to nectar. You were bloody all over, breathing heavily and grunting in pain. The flute seemed to comfort and reassure the Yaksha.

Venti noticed Xiao but continued to play without saying a thing. He had no clue Xiao was hurt, though.