"You came back and didn't even… talk to me…"
...
Autumn air runs cool, reunion feelings run deep.
Phoenix strings ring bright, music and dance like rainbow robes.
Don't get the wrong idea, Lu Zheng really was playing the zither, sitting cross‑legged under the old peach tree, Phoenix Cry placed on the desk before him, playing a newly composed tune, "Xiangjian Huan," as a welcome for Si Lingxi.
Si Lingxi, on the other hand, was playing chess with Shen Ying, chatting as they played.
"These high‑yield crops are even more popular than I imagined," Si Lingxi said. "I didn't expect it to turn into such a grand event either. Meng Ye suggested holding a harvest festival, so that delayed us a bit more."
"This time, the biggest beneficiary should be Lianshan Sect," Shen Ying said.
