Even after Du Xiangmei finished singing and playing, her lingering notes seemed to wind around the rafters for three days without fading. Everyone remained immersed in the beautiful melody and singing, as though enchanted, unable to break free.
Only after a long while did everyone awaken as if from a dream, and that dreamlike feeling gradually dissipated.
Yet the moving music still stirred their hearts, leaving them unable to calm down for a long time.
"One more song! One more song! One more song!"
Someone took the lead in shouting, and that cry was like a stone stirring a thousand waves, instantly igniting the entire audience's enthusiasm.
Everyone joined in, shouting in unison with a deafening roar that seemed ready to burst through the roof.
Their faces shone with excitement and anticipation, as though they would never give up until Du Xiangmei sang another song.
Faced with such an enthusiastic response, Du Xiangmei looked helpless.
She knew this was far from the first time she had encountered such a situation.
After all, the customer was king, and she could hardly refuse their request.
With no other choice, Du Xiangmei smiled faintly, adjusted her instrument's strings again, and prepared to perform another piece for everyone.
When Du Xiangmei's singing rang out again, everyone immediately fell silent and listened with rapt attention.
Her voice seemed to weep and confide, to lament and yearn, drawing everyone into its spell until they could no longer escape.
This time, everyone listened even more intently. Their wine cups had long since emptied, yet they remained utterly unaware.
They seemed to have entered an immortal paradise, forgetting the troubles and clamor of the mortal world.
Yet amid this sea of enchantment, one person stood apart.
As Ying Ming Hao listened to Du Xiangmei sing, he was