"Sect Master, shall I go out and ask Heir Jiang to write another piece?"
When the maid heard the woman say she disliked it, she could not help asking.
Indeed, their sect master was extremely particular about music.
She would not play a piece she disliked.
Since she disliked this piece, the maid could simply ask Jiang Xiaobai to write another.
"No!"
The White-Dressed Woman gently shook her head, her delicate hand slowly settling on the Hu String. "Play it!"
Huh?
The maid froze.
Before she could recover, the White-Dressed Woman had already begun drawing the bow.
A low strand of sound drifted out of the pavilion, carrying an indescribable sorrow.
It was like someone keeping vigil beside a lone lamp through an endless night.
Though they knew the person they awaited might never return, they still refused to extinguish the light.
As the music slowly spread, the woman in white paused in her bowing. After a soft sigh, she continued playing.
Meanwhile, inside the Terrace Tower.
When the sound of the Hu String drifted over from Lakeheart Isle, everyone present fell silent.
The Hu String sounded entirely different from a guzheng, yet it brought the longing, regret, and helplessness in the piece to life with exquisite clarity.
Even without knowing the story behind the piece, those in the Terrace Tower felt an inexplicable ache in their hearts.
Jiang Xiaobai sat listening intently, his expression gradually growing moved.
Indeed, although "Thinking of You, Lost in Sorrow" was a modern composition, its style was classical.
And the Lake Pavilion Expert truly understood music, even knowing to perform it on the Hu String.
Without exaggeration, anyone harboring even the slightest regret would likely be moved by this piece.
Just as he was now-as he listened, he thought of his previous life.
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