Listening to the sound of the qin, it was pleasant and comfortable, as if a stream was gently flowing through the heart, nourishing everything.
The spring rain permeated the air; although it was only a sound, it could make one visualize scenes, even feeling as though placed within the world manifested from the music.
This could only be achieved when the qin music reached a certain level, allowing the player to share her inner world with the listener.
Listening to the qin, Xu Zimei felt his heart become extremely peaceful.
The corridor was very tranquil, with vermilion-colored columns on both sides.
Straight ahead at the end of the corridor, a pavilion appeared.
At this moment, a woman was standing in the pavilion, looking at Micro Water Lake on the other side.
A curtain hung at the entrance of the pavilion.
The curtain was made of fine beads strung together, adorned with wind chimes of various colors.
