As Gu Zhiqi plucked the strings, a stream of zither sound flowed out from them.
Hearing the sound, Tang Yichen shivered instinctively, looked at Gu Zhiqi, and said, "Gu Xiaoxi, isn't this a bit too loud?"
Gu Zhiqi raised a brow, glanced at Tang Yichen and said, "They have to hear it to be hypnotized. If it isn't loud, how are they supposed to fall under?"
Tang Yichen: "…"
Fair enough.
Once the sound test and tuning were done, Gu Zhiqi stopped talking.
Her slender, graceful fingers plucked at the strings, the mellow notes slowly flowing from them, like a small creek running through a secluded mountain ravine, ethereal and misty.
Very quickly, the zither sound rose higher and carried farther, drifting up and away.
At first, Tang Yichen was a bit uneasy and paced back and forth on the spot, but after a short while, the music left him feeling a little drowsy.
