"Describing you as a beauty who puts fish to shame and makes geese fall from the sky? Too cliché. Wanting to praise you? My vocabulary falls short. Wanting to get closer for a better look? One step closer and I might explode." Qianyi raised his head and replied, "If I wanted to offer you praise, perhaps Paganini would have to be reborn, Mozart's soul awakened, and the two of them compose an entirely new movement together before they could properly celebrate your beauty at this moment, Elysia. But sadly, I'm only a bassist. I can't do any of that. So let this silence serve as the most beautiful tribute to Origin."
"Hmm?" Elysia looked slightly surprised. "Qianyi, you're actually a bassist? Then are you in a band?"
"Of course I am. Young people these days are basically all in bands," Qianyi answered at once.
"That's amazing. Doesn't that make you like Eden?" Elysia immediately thought of another master of music, then noticed something odd. "Then why have I never seen you perform at any live shows?"
"Who knows? If I were a guitarist, drummer, keyboardist, or lead singer instead of a bassist, maybe you would've noticed me right away." Qianyi poked fun at himself.
Upon hearing that, Sirin curiously leaned over and carefully examined Qianyi's hands.
Qianyi's fingers were long and well-defined, with obvious calluses on his knuckles from years of pressing strings. Yet they differed from the thick, heavy calluses worn by people who worked often. Clearly, he had never touched so much as a drop of Yangchun water since childhood, but...
As though she had thought of something, a flush suddenly bloomed across Sirin's fair cheeks like newly opened cherry blossoms, spreading from the tips of her ears all the way down her neck.
He might not touch