Even the layers of white gauze inside the grand hall seemed to be moved by such immortal music, fluttering without wind.
It felt as long as a century, but the qin music eventually came to a slow stop.
Yue Hu still didn't want to open her eyes; her thoughts remained in the beautiful illusions brought by the music.
"Yue Hu." It wasn't until Mo Chen's clear and light voice rang out that she jolted back to reality.
Taking two steps forward, she respectfully placed Mo Chen's clothes on a stool, then smiled at him, "Master, that piece was really beautiful."
Mo Chen knew it was Yue Hu because for the past several years, most of his clothes were washed by her.
He smiled; she had already said those words several times.
It seemed she really liked this piece and was eager to learn it.
"Come here," he said, standing up and beckoning her.
Confused, Yue Hu walked over and saw Mo Chen motioning for her to sit in front of the qin.