The days when Master taught her how to play the zither are still vivid in her mind…
She couldn't forget every word Master said, his every smile, every move, and every gaze.
She thought she would secretly enjoy all this, forever and ever…
Unfortunately, she could enjoy it no more.
But she had no regrets; everything she did for Master was voluntary, she would never regret it.
Master, please let me play for you one last time…
The smile still at the corners of her mouth, Yue Hu's fair hands plucked the strings, and the music began…
With all her love, she played Locking Soul.
She played with her heart, with her soul.
The notes stirred the spirit, like the tender beauty of spring flowers, like the surging force of a vast sea…
Every note, every symbol expressed her love, conveyed her emotions.
There were no superfluous feelings, only love, only that intense love that emanated from her music.
