Ye You lowered his head with a smile, gazing at the small boy and the piccolo in his hands. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, his pupils contracted sharply, and he strode forward to snatch the piccolo from the boy's hands.
The boy was startled, his head jerking up in shock as he stared blankly at Ye You, unsure of what to do, and slowly stood up.
Ye You asked urgently, "Who gave you this piccolo?"
Because of his anxious and tense mood, Ye You's tone came across as slightly stern. The boy, who had lived in this village his whole life, was not accustomed to seeing many strangers. Seeing Ye You's fierce demeanor, he burst into tears with a loud "Waah!"
Now it was Ye You's turn to be at a loss. He wanted to quickly find out the origins of the piccolo, but the more he questioned, the worse the boy cried. Rubbing his temples, Ye You felt a headache coming on.
