C33 Facial Memory

"You can?" Tong Yansong felt this was unexpected. Wang Baoyu faintly smiled, and Tong Yansong happily nodded, "In this Spirit Spill Continent, I have never heard of anyone playing the zither."

Wang Baoyu slowly sat down, his fingers resting on the strings of the zither. He silently felt the music for a moment, and just as he heard the music, many vague memories began to flood into him