Feng Yuebai walked some distance away until Su Die couldn't see him. Then, he forcefully waved his palm and the peach blossoms from several trees fell like rainfall.
Feng Yuebai tightly clutched a handful of peach blossoms and murmured. "Junior sister, why haven't you forgetting about Heize after it's been so long? Why can't you sense how I feel for you? What should I do to make you fall for me?"
Feng Yuebai shut his eyes, causing several sparkling and pure teardrops to trickle down his face and to the floor of peach blossom petals.
In that very moment, Han Moze and Liu Rushuang were in the jade moon pavilion in the center of the jade lake.
There was an antique white wooden Guqin in front of Liu Rushuang, which she plucked non-stop with her jaded pick.
Han Moze sat by the stone table and listened to the beautiful woman play the Guqin as he drank fine wine.
"Come quick! There's someone playing the Guqin."
