Heena rested her gaze on the twelve handsome men standing before her.
There was quite a variety among them. Gentle, lively, mature, shy, confident—Madam Su had certainly put some thought into her selection. But as Heena considered their appearances and skills, her expression remained completely flat.
Truthfully, she wasn't remotely interested in the flute, the pipa, or the zither.
When your mind had spent lifetimes listening to high-quality electronic beats, aggressive rap music, and heavy rock, the delicate melodies of ancient string instruments could feel painfully slow. She had heard those classical, melancholic tunes in countless historical worlds already. The last thing she wanted tonight was to sit in a room listening to someone play the zither for two hours.
That was simply her mood tonight. Nothing more.
Unfortunately, the System floating invisibly near the ceiling was having a difficult time accepting this.
