Creaaak!
The window was casually shut.
The plaintive singing now lingered in the room, no longer drifting away.
A charming and lovely woman turned around, the silver bells on her wrist jingling lightly, her smile radiant as a flower: "For the past few days, music has been banned in the city, it's troublesome if someone hears the sound."
She glanced at the singer holding a pipa behind the screen and scolded, "Who allowed you to sing at this time? Are you asking for trouble?"
The singer stopped strumming, not uttering a word.
Not far from the window sat a woman with a fragile demeanor. Her eyes held a hint of grief, and her delicate face appeared as though a flower had withered, silently evoking a feeling of pity.
Upon hearing the voice, she said, "Please don't blame me, Miss Ling'er, I'm just feeling unsettled, so I asked for the singing."
