Her music, the imagery within her melody, couldn't support Fu Manman's Spring Dance.
That was not a sixteen-year-old girl, but a Divine Maiden born of untold ages!
At this moment, the Divine Maiden was fully immersed in the dance.
Liu Qingshan's soul trembled, and she had only one thought in her mind: even if she were to die on the spot, she must finish playing this "Spring's True Melody."
"So beautiful, so beautiful!" Watching Fu Manman's dance steps, she couldn't hold back her tears any longer, letting them spill onto the zither strings. It seemed to add more emotion to the "Spring's True Melody," and for a moment, everyone was deeply moved and completely immersed in that exquisite imagery.
At the Thousand Flowers Festival, a total of one billion, one hundred and fifty-four thousand, and thirty-two flowers fluttered, sending the breath of spring everywhere.
