"A fine tune, and fine words too." Fan Ruoruo smiled and sighed. "Miss Sang is truly an extraordinary songstress."
Having received praise from the well-regarded young lady of the Fan family, Sang Wen was truly pleased. She blushed and bowed.
"A winter scene and a chilly spring make a mild summer seem that much fresher," said Lin Wan'er, also nodding her head in praise.
Fan Xian had spent all 16 years of his new life in the Kingdom of Qing, but he still did not care much for music. Often, he found himself remembering the songs of Aska Yang, a famous singer from his previous life. He thought of Aska Yang, and then he thought of He Zongwei, who often came calling to Fan Manor to pay his respects. He frowned. For some reason, he couldn't stand him.
