Xu Yi knew nothing about music, but as the sound slipped from the jade strings beneath her ten fingers, his heart, restless to the point of withering, suddenly grew still.
The gentle strains were like a tender whisper from the person dearest to his heart.
That warmth, faint and fleeting, passed through his eardrums and entered his body, spreading through his limbs and bones, seeping out of every pore. A deep peace welled up from within him.
Suddenly, the melody softened, as if a bright moon had risen among ashen clouds. Its pure, gentle light illuminated the mountains and rivers, spilled into the cave, and settled over them.
The soft moonlight enveloped his whole body, leaving him comfortable and at ease.
When the song ended, Xu Yi remained immersed in the music, unable to pull himself away. Its warmth had soothed his frenzied heart in a way he could hardly describe.
"Could you play another song?"
Xu Yi looked at Xue Zihan and asked sincerely.
"No!"
Xue Zihan shot him a glare.
She had planned to play a few more songs, but since Xu Yi had asked, she refused to play another. She scoffed inwardly, You're lucky I don't kill you. And you want to hear me play the pipa? Dream on!
"If you won't play, then don't. It's no big deal. I'll entertain myself."
With that, Xu Yi began humming a tune. In an instant, the tender mood turned grotesque.
One after another, he unleashed the bizarre hits of later generations. Xue Zihan's face turned green as she listened.
The two worlds' musical styles were worlds apart, and the lyrics of these ridiculous songs were crude. One went, "The boundless horizon is my love," while another sang, "Love isn't yours to sell just because you want to." To Xue