"I wonder if she got angry..."
The old lady felt rather guilty.
She had a perfectly valid reason.
Why did she feel guilty?
The old lady shook her head.
Given the old man's appearance at the time, she had truly thought something had happened to him.
But then...
"All right."
The old lady shook her head.
"I'm leaving."
The old lady took out her phone as she headed back inside.
The old man sat rigidly in the recliner.
His expression was somewhat dazed.
Pipa ghost pursed its lips.
A rare, somewhat stern expression appeared on its pale face.
The boyish Pipa ghost seemed to carry a little more maturity.
Pipa ghost was a little angry.
After the old man said that the pipa music he had heard sounded terrible...
For a moment, it had nearly lost control of its temper.
Heh.
Pipa ghost curled the corners of its mouth.
How could its pipa playing possibly sound terrible?
A trace of unwillingness and competitiveness rose in its heart.
He didn't like its playing?
He thought its playing sounded terrible?
That could only mean the other party's musical taste was too poor.
Pipa ghost reached this conclusion without hesitation or the slightest doubt.
It didn't matter.
It would help the other party correct that.
Pipa ghost was very confident.
It would definitely make the other party feel that its playing was exceptionally beautiful.
Pipa ghost's fingers brushed lightly across the strings.
Melodious music rang out.
Then came the slightly grating sound of the recliner, jolted by the old man's overly forceful movement as he stood up.
The old man opened his mouth.
But he was so angry that he couldn't make a sound for a moment.
"...Who!?"
The words were practically forced through the old