Li Enxiu threw her head back and sighed, utterly unable to cry.
She asked herself whether she had really been any less attractive than her younger sister in her youth.
Why did she always run into scumbags?
Forget receiving a god-tier gift like this painting.
She had even thrown herself at them and paid for plenty of things. Just thinking about it made her angry!
'Besides the painting, Ding Ling also composed several piano pieces for me. Sis, do you want to hear them?'
'Quick, let me listen.'
Li Enxiu was dying of envy and jealousy, but she still chose to listen first. She also wanted to know whether Ding Ling's musical talent was as extraordinary as his painting.
What shocked her most was that Ding Ling's music moved her even more deeply!
If paintings touched the eyes and gave people the feeling of facing an 'Ancient Goddess' directly;
then music touched the soul!
There were three pieces.
The first sounded like strings slicing through ice as clear as a spring, its notes like pine winds passing through the clouds, lingering in the air and striking straight at the heart;
the second's melody was like butterfly wings fluttering lightly, sweeping through the rainbows of Peach Blossom Spring, graceful, lively, and brimming with vitality;
the third was ethereal and otherworldly, breathtakingly beautiful. In a trance, one could almost see a White-Robed Celestial treading through the snow.
Each piece seemed to strike a person's bones, shaking their soul until it burned!
Li Enxiu had read several ancient poems from the Ancient Country before, including lines describing music.
For example:
This music belongs only in heaven; how many times can mortal ears hear it?
And:
Upon hearing celestial music, my ears are briefly enlightened; the Jiangzhou Sima's blue robe is soaked!
She had