"The guan-guan call of the lovebirds on the river islet. Graceful and fair maidens, gentlemen seek them..."
On the way back to the chamber, Xia Zhiqing softly recited this poem, and a touch of blush inevitably appeared on her flawless cheeks.
As Qingzhou's foremost talented woman, Xia Zhiqing quickly understood the poem's meaning after reading it a few times; how could it portray anything other than a man's deep pursuit of a woman?
Especially since Chen Mo recited it to her, asked her to write it down and compose music for it, Xia Zhiqing mistakenly thought he wrote it for her.
"What kind of person do you take me for? Treat a sister like this—I could never fancy you." This was Xia Zhiqing's true feeling; she could never be drawn to her sister's enemy.
"But this poem is indeed well-written. For my sister's sake, I'll seriously compose the music for it..." She carefully folded the paper containing the poem and tucked it into her bosom.
