Listening to the zither, he felt at ease and comfortable, as though a stream were slowly flowing through his heart, nourishing all things.
The spring rain soaked deep within. Clearly it was sound, yet it could conjure images before one's eyes, even making one feel as though one had entered the world formed by the zither's melody.
Only when the melody reached a certain height could the player let listeners feel her inner world.
As Xu Zimo listened to the music, his heart became exceedingly tranquil.
The corridor was exceptionally quiet, with vermilion pillars lining both sides.
At the end of the corridor ahead stood a pavilion.
At that moment, a woman stood within the pavilion, gazing at the Slight Ripple Lake on the other side.
A curtain hung at the entrance to the pavilion.
The curtain was strung with fine beads, with wind chimes of every color hanging from it.
As a gentle breeze blew in from afar and stirred ripples across the green lake's surface, the wind chimes rang with a "ding-dang."
"Young Master Xu, this is the place.
I'll take my leave first," the woman said with a smile as she looked at Xu Zimo.
She gave a slight curtsy and gracefully withdrew.
Xu Zimo walked straight ahead and lifted the beaded curtain of wind chimes with his hand.
The pavilion was not particularly large. A harp stood directly ahead.
A woman in a white lotus-patterned gown stood at the edge of the pavilion with her back to the entrance.
Her bearing was refined as she stood there quietly.
Her long gown was elegant and slender, its shape blossoming like a lotus flower.
Like lotuses blooming atop lotuses.
Her willow waist was slender, her figure graceful and alluring.
Looking upward, her snow-white neck was as pure as