In the afternoon, Wen Xinya was reading in her room. The more she tried to absorb the classical Chinese words, the more frustrated she became. She threw the book on the table and tossed in her bed. After a while, she reluctantly picked up the book and started reading again. But somehow, she just could not calm her frustration.
Wen Xinya was cuddling her blanket and tossed on the bed for some time. Suddenly, she heard classical music from a distance away. The soothing music immediately swept away all her frustration.
Wen Xinya put on her shoes, ran to the courtyard, and saw Si Yiyan playing the Chinese zither under the sycamore tree.
