If you can't get a statement, you might even be accused in return.
Qi Zeyan hadn't received a reply for a long time, so he simply called. Jiang Jinsang saw Yun Hezhi still introducing instruments to his cousin and quietly slipped out of the room to take the call.
"...this is called a Ruan."
"I know." The little cousin bent down, inspecting the instrument, "Can I try it?"
Yun Hezhi nodded, though she had never played it before and didn't know how to hold the instrument. Yun Hezhi guided her slightly, "...place your fingers here and pluck the strings."
"Like this?" She hesitated, cautiously strumming twice.
"No, the hand position should be like this." Yun Hezhi reached out to adjust her posture; his voice was unique, without a hint of accent, like soft snowflakes falling silently on calm water...
Not even two ripples were stirred.
The fingertips were warm, gently guiding her posture, gentlemanly and restrained, never making too much contact.
