"Adorning the spring light before my eyes, the cold melts the remaining snow, warming into smoke. Apricot and peach prompt the change of new colors, only the cold plum blooms throughout the year..."
After a brief performance, Zhao Rong, the sound of the pipa resonated once again.
It was a tune of a winter night.
"Deepening clouds shade the setting sun, who will unravel my conflicted feelings? A solitary quilt offers no warmth, as frost and hail already blanket all. In my later years, I sacrificed my long-held aspirations, the fleeting geese stir profound sorrow..."
Upon hearing the end of this tune, Zhao Rong, who had been lying on the chair, already sat up.
He asked softly, "Is there anything that saddens you?"
"If you wish to see your grandfather, I will take you to Liu's estate."
The girl turned her face, her expressive large eyes fixating on his face.
She whispered softly,
"Rong, how did you know I am saddened?"
