"Ding ding dong dong..."
At some point, the sound of a zither, like high mountains and flowing water, began to drift through the garden.
A zither table had appeared in the pavilion, upon it resting an antique guqin. Its lacquered body was mottled with age, clearly an old piece that had weathered the years.
The young girl's hands moved like blooming orchids, like butterflies flitting among flowers, dancing lightly over the strings.
The beautiful melody flowed from her fingertips, at times like high mountains and flowing water, at times like spring snow beneath a clear sky, echoing between the pavilions and towers of the garden.
Wang Xian listened quietly, like a traveler seated in a teahouse or tavern.
His head tilted slightly toward the music. His sightless eyes were half-closed, and from time to time, a knowing smile touched his face.
It was as though he were the girl's kindred spirit, able to understand the mood within the music, as lovely as spring flowers and autumn moonlight.
The girl was like a flower, and her zither like the music of heaven.
On the final day of late autumn, before the snow filling the sky began to fall, being able to hear such music—
For Wang Xian, it was truly a wonderful pleasure.
Only at this moment did he understand.
Even if he could play the very same melody, to truly hold a cup of spirit tea, sit in a quiet garden, with a young girl playing the zither and himself as the only listener...
Such a privilege was likely beyond anyone else in Sunset City.
Thinking of this, Wang Xian suddenly let out a long sigh. "Wonderful. Truly incredible. Not only are you a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms, but you can also play such heavenly music. I'm afraid there