In the end, Jiang Qin decided to let Lan Yuyan stay.
She took out her pipa.
She wasn't in the mood to sing, so she prepared to play a pipa piece called "Yijiangnan."
It was a quiet but beautiful piece.
With Yun Xie acting as a personal fog machine beside her, she was completely shrouded in mist.
Her two-person audience gazed at her, their eyes filled with adoration.
No one could resist Jiang Qin when she was focused; her beauty was enough to make one's heart tremble.
An instrumental pipa piece, with no lyrics or singing, was still a feast for the ears.
The three of them gradually settled into the mood.
Jiang Qin closed her eyes, her fingers plucking the strings, savoring the beautiful notes.
Lan Yuyan, his mood now calm, also closed his eyes. He curled his paws, lay on the sofa listening in enjoyment, and even let out a soft purr.
Even Yun Xie, who harbored deep hostility toward him, found his murderous intent purified by the music.
