There was an ending to everything, regardless of whether it was a long song or a lengthy play.
When Lei Jing was done, the lanky body of the High Priest was leaning on the white bay. His arms wrapped around his knees, his eyes were closed and they will never be opened again.
When Lei Jing was released of the playing, her heartbeat raced as she saw this. She panicked and a string broke. It cut her finger. Drops of blood were dripping from her finger and they stained her light green dress. She did not have time to treat the cut as she was looking at the High Priest blankly.
Was he really dead?
Lei Jing approached the High Priest carefully. She could not hear his breath or his heartbeat. She pulled open his eyelid and there was no light anymore.
He looked like he fell asleep quietly but in reality, he was dead.
Every living being would die one day but Lei Jing did not predict that the High Priest would die next to her.