Suddenly, he lowered his eyes again, concealing the emotions within them.
Only he knew the myriad of feelings in his heart, unknown to anyone else…
When the piece concluded, everyone regained their senses.
Yet the soul-stirring sound of the music left their hearts unsettled for a long time.
"Give it to me." Suddenly, Mo Chen took the Ancient Zither from her lap and placed it on his own.
Without a word, his fingers, clean and slender like white jade, touched the strings.
He gently stroked them twice before starting to lightly pluck.
It was still the same piece, but played by him, it sounded even more beautiful and captivating.
The melody was lingering, touching the heartstrings.
Like a chant purifying the soul, like the most beautiful song.
Like a light, floating cloud on the horizon, light, drifting, transcendent, pure, and beautiful…
But in the sound of the zither, there was no trace of worldly sorrow.
