"It's male." That one sentence, like a bolt from the blue, left Erha utterly dumbstruck.
That spiciness, that temper, that rebellion, that hot flavor—the taste it favored—was suddenly given another layer of interpretation.
Shit, it was a male! How could it not resist when I was doing *that* to it!
Blind Bei reached out, took the erhu he had placed aside on the piano, and carefully wiped it with his sleeve.
"I've longed for the sound of the piano, for the touch of its keys, for over half a year. But I just realized, in this era, the erhu seems more suited to me."
As he spoke, Blind Bei lifted his head and looked at Wenter.
