C185 A Song of Flowing Water

Qingluo sipped her wine and nibbled on her meal with elegance, too indifferent to engage in debate. Out of the blue, she gestured toward the railing and murmured, "The zither player has arrived!"

Qin Xuan instinctively turned his head, only to be struck dumb.

A figure in dark green, like a nymph from a fable, glided up the stairs to the second floor with a celestial grace