In the Leisure Heart Square of Order of Water Mirror, a melodious lute was playing.
When the last flute sound faded away, the disciples of the Order of Water Mirror clapped one after another.
Liu Zijin bowed to the audience and walked off the stage with the lute in her arms. Just as she was about to return to her seat, she saw Kong Annan walk up to her, waving the folding fan in his hand and praising her, "Your performance is magnificent."
Immediately after, the other seniors also sent their compliments.
"Thank you for your compliments." Liu Zijin smiled and bowed to the senior brothers. However, she felt a sense of loss in her heart. She had deliberately played a few wrong notes just now, but no one had mentioned it. They were still complementing her.
However, she didn't want to hear any compliments at this moment. What she wanted to hear was Jiang Beiran's cold and emotionless words. It would be even better with his sharp and cold eyes.
