Blood kept gushing forth, dried up, and gushed forth again...
It stained the silvery-white strings red, turned the black surface of the zither inky, drop by drop of blood, all were her heart, her affection.
She did not cry, not a single tear, nor did she show any expression.
That's because all her tears had turned into blood and fallen.
Yue Ling could no longer bear it. How long would Yue Hu keep playing?
Keep playing until death?
Her complexion was frightfully pale, resembling a delicate porcelain doll, seemingly ready to shatter upon touch.
Yue Ling stamped her feet anxiously beside her but did not dare to go forward and disturb her.
Finally, the music stopped...
When the last note was played, the string made a "twang" sound and snapped...
"Yue Hu!" Yue Ling hurried over but didn't dare to get close to her.
She stared intently at Yue Hu's ashen face, terrified in her heart, praying nothing terrible would happen to Yue Hu.
"Yue Ling."
