An Jing took the flute and looked again at the one in Xiao Changyi's hand, engraved with the word "Jing Er," her smile so broad: "My dear husband, if you do this, you'll make me think you really like me."
Xiao Changyi looked at her askance: "I just really like you?"
Caught off guard by his question, An Jing was momentarily stunned, then her smile bloomed like a flower: "Of course you don't just really like me, you really, really, really… like me! In your heart, there's nothing more important than me!"
Xiao Changyi indeed nodded in satisfaction: "Mm."
An Jing's smile instantly made her eyes vanish.
After dinner and a bath, as the couple sat on the bed, An Jing began to play the flute Xiao Changyi had made for her.
Thinking it over, she decided to play "Liangzhou Song" for Xiao Changyi.
The song was elegant and majestic, luxurious and regal, intricate and well-structured, with a melody most graceful; and the flute's lingering sound brought out the piece's essence to perfection.
