"Hello, my name is Xiao Yifeng. May I know your name, miss?"
Xiao Yifeng asked.
"You can call me You Meng."
The woman replied.
"You Meng?"
"A curtain of dreams!"
"The name sounds beautiful!"
Xiao Yifeng smiled and said.
"If you like listening, you can continue."
The woman named You Meng said, and then she started playing the guqin again.
The melody was pleasant, high-pitched, and low-toned, evoking a sense of resonance, as if all the past burdens in one's heart were released.
The qin music played by You Meng was even better than that of Sikong Yuyan.
It made people deeply immersed in the music, their hearts moved.
When the song ended, Xiao Yifeng applauded.
"Very beautiful!"
Xiao Yifeng looked at You Meng and said with a smile.
"Thank you!"
You Meng said lightly, a beautiful face with a hint of a serene smile.
But her pair of empty, jewel-less eyes evoked a trace of pity and compassion.
Xiao Yifeng wanted to ask about You Meng's eyes.
