The music sliced through the final note.
Like a phoenix courting, the last tremble of its wings.
Li Xueyi slowly lifted her gaze, looking into Lin Xiaosu's eyes.
Lin Xiaosu applauded and praised, "Miss, your deft hands produce heavenly sound, truly: this melody should only exist in heaven, it's rare to hear such on earth."
Li Xueyi was overjoyed, her eyes brightened, "Really?"
"From the bottom of my heart!"
Jiao'er laughed, "Young master, then would you accompany with a tune?"
Accompany with a tune?
What does that mean?
To respond to her "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix"?
To respond to her song? Or to respond to the meaning within her song?
Lin Xiaosu pondered for a moment, "I'm not knowledgeable in zither music, so I can't respond with one... Do you happen to have a flute with you?"
"Flute?" Jiao'er gently shook her head, "Is young master proficient in flute?"
