Shen Yinning sat behind the zither desk, her slender fingers dancing across the strings.
The snow's reflection on the bamboo shadows painted the window lattice, while the green lamp cast a warm, golden glow around her. She wore an ivory-colored cross-collared top with a pale yellow gauze skirt, her long, curved lashes throwing fan-shaped shadows on her makeup-free face. Just like her zither's melody, her hibiscus-like face was suffused with uncontrollable longing and melancholy.
Shen Zhaozhao...
Was she thinking of him?
Lu Ying's Adam's apple moved slightly. After watching for a moment, he finally spoke, "I heard from Lu Jiazhe that you wished to see me?"
As if she had just noticed Lu Ying's presence, Shen Yinning stilled her hands on the zither strings and looked up with delight: "Brother Lu Ying?"
She lifted her gauze skirt and briskly stepped forward, wrapping her arms tightly around his narrow waist. Her soft face pressed against his chest.
