In the clubhouse.
Inside the room.
The music carried a faint melancholy.
Within the melancholy, a hint of heaviness was mixed.
The maestros in the room were savoring the prelude of "Blue and White Porcelain".
The main verse, for the first time, resounded:
"The plain white porcelain is sketched with cobalt blue, the dense ink fades to light
The peony depicted on the body is like your initial makeup
The gradual scent of sandalwood through the window, my thoughts of you are clear
The brush travels on the rice paper and stops halfway..."
As the first part of the main verse began, Lu Sheng, who had been full of confidence, suddenly lifted his head, as a ripple passed through his heart.
Pure.
Elegant.
The gentle and delicate lyrics, accompanied by the melody, still had the flavor of new classical style, but these lyrics instantly dazzled him!
And it wasn't just Lu Sheng.
Everyone else in the room also showed a hint of astonishment, clearly impressed by the lyrics!
