Huang Shijia was engrossed in the Piano Score, while Zhang Liping stared blankly at Zhao Yuan. For a moment, the dance studio fell into a strange silence.
A good while later, Huang Shijia suddenly looked up and exclaimed excitedly, "What a piece! This is truly a magnificent piece! Xiaozhang, do you have a Guqin in this dance studio? My hands are itching, I can't hold back anymore!"
As he spoke, Huang Shijia held the Piano Score in one hand, while his other hand danced restlessly in front of him. He was clearly desperate to play the piece.
Although he had already imagined the score as a melody in his mind, he still longed to hear it played aloud.
Zhang Liping shook her head. "I don't have any instruments in my dance studio." Suddenly, her gaze fell upon the long case on Yao Jie's back. "Young man," she asked, "what instrument are you carrying?"
"Me?" Yao Jie hadn't expected Zhang Liping to speak to him. He froze for a second before answering, "I'm carrying a Guqin."
