The elegant and comfortable café was filled with the faint sound of light music, which suddenly made Chu Mo think of the woman in the corner playing the guzheng yesterday at lunch with a few girls.
The girl who claimed to be a junior at the music academy had a pair of delicate and slender hands, fingers white as jade, with even the blue veins on the back of her hands visible. It was from those jade-like hands that such soft and soothing music flowed.
His wandering thoughts somehow drifted to Chu Xiner, and then, a childhood incident that had long become vague in his memory surfaced in his mind.
It was probably when he was around seven or eight, during the cold winter, when the river was frozen solid, and a group of older children were playing on the icy surface at the village head.
