She seemed to prefer the guqin, or perhaps instruments like the flute.
Oh, right, and maybe the pipa?
Contrarily, the xiao, this instrument left almost no imprint on her heart, not as distinctly as the other instruments.
Especially the guqin.
Hadn't she often heard people playing the guqin before?
However, a sudden image surfaced in her mind.
In the image, the man named Xiao Qinghe was holding a jade flute, wearing a fiery red garment?
He seemed to be in his prime, yet that frivolous demeanor was inexplicably familiar.
"Baobao, look at you with that stern face all day, that's not good. How about I play a tune? If I can make you smile, then my skill wasn't learned in vain."
Dong Huiying had a headache, thinking she once remembered Ten Miles of Red Makeup, realizing that man named Xiao Qinghe seemed to have been married, already wedded to someone else.
