The guqin lay elegantly in its designated spot, but now she dared not sit back down.
Skye spoke cautiously, "Madam, what piece would you like to hear?"
There was a moment of silence.
The old lady's expression softened slightly as she asked, "How long have you been with The Lowell Family?"
Though her tone was calm and gentle, seeing the old lady's indifferent face, Skye immediately felt a chill drill into her, her whole body tensed, and her voice carried a tremor, "Half... just over half a year."
"In these past six months, I've treated you well, haven't I?"
"I..." Skye was momentarily at a loss for words.
Reflecting on her connection with the old lady, it began over a year ago at a teahouse meeting.
At that time, she was part-timing as a piano player at the teahouse. The old lady, amid much attention, sat closest to her. The teahouse owner reminded her bluntly several times to perform well.
She had guessed the old lady's unusual status.
