The sound of the zither suddenly came.
Clad in plain yellow silk, with a light green shawl, Shong Xiufang unexpectedly played the zither and sang a song.
Without makeup, her eyebrows lightly brushed, her eyes bright as the day, pupils deep and watery, carrying a certain shared sense of sorrow and melancholy.
Only hearing her sing: "Namo Amitabha yatha gata yatha diya ta amili du pawa pi amili do si tan pa...."
Her singing revealed a kind of abandon, lazy yet darkly infused with sorrow, possessing an unparalleled clear and ornate charm, her vocal technique flawless, matched with moving expressions, leaving no one unmoved.
"Ami rito pi kara do jia mi ni ka ga na jido kali sa po he"
