C109 It Was like a Dream

In a valley full of flowers, there was a small bamboo house. The bamboo house was burning with a fragrance, and on the table was an ancient zither.

Yao Shiyun sat there alone, gently playing the zither. The sound of the zither lingered in the air, filled with the meaning of longing. The image of Sheng Yuduo appeared in her mind again.

She let out a long sigh