In these ten years, I never sang, but I practiced the qin well, and only those lingering qin sounds could express my loneliness!
My slender, fair fingers gently brushed the qin strings, tuning them. With a tinkling sound, I began to pluck the strings, each melodious note floating and scattering across the vast river, lingering and swirling…
I slowly closed my eyes, playing “Phoenix Calamity” with utmost tenderness. When I reached the second repetition, I began to sing softly along with the qin’s melody. Past events like smoke, scene after scene crystal clear…
Worldly fate, a nightmare?
A lifetime of attachment, are you my tribulation, my obsession!!!
Crossing a thousand years, are you still waiting for me in the same place with your gentle smile?
But why, why are some feelings gradually becoming blurry?
Is the loneliness too long, diluting my yearning? Or is the solitude too prolonged, consuming my heartache?
My eyelashes trembled lightly, a tear sliding from the corner of my eye, dropping onto the qin strings…
I have long been accustomed to indifference.
Mu Zixu, where are you exactly?
I’m scared, truly terrified.
I’m afraid I can’t find you, afraid I can never go back to that life, and most of all, I’m afraid I’ll slowly forget you!!!
Finally, the last note gently fell.
Looking up, everyone was stunned, even the usually expressionless Wu Ying Wu Xing looked shocked. I smiled satisfactorily, not in vain to have relived a painful memory.
“Xin, Xin’er, what song was that? It was so beautiful!!!”
After the qin music stopped for a moment, Ying Xiao was the first to recover, half reproachful and half admiring: “So Xin’er’s voice was actually this good, yet always hidden, that’s too much!”
Wu Ying Wu Xing’s eyes not only showed amazement but also increased admiration!!!
As for Xi Lin Yan, he just stared at me silently! His gaze was deep and profound, as if trying to see through me.
I felt so uncomfortable under his gaze that I quickly avoided his eyes, somewhat flustered!!!
“Alright, I’ve played the qin and sung the song, Xi Lin Yan, don’t forget you owe me a favor!” I raised my eyebrows and looked at him steadily; I wouldn’t play and sing for nothing.
“Okay, if you need anything, just ask,” he agreed directly and straightforwardly.
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