His hands weren't deliberately plucking the strings, but moved as his heart dictated…
Each movement flowed naturally like clouds drifting across the sky…
Yue Hu felt his fingers were not strumming on the strings but on her heart.
With every note, she heard her own heartbeat.
Yet she hid her expressions well, remaining the quietest, most sensible disciple as she always had been.
Calm, composed, that was always her expression.
Thus, without needing to deliberately show it, she managed to conceal her abnormal feelings from her master.
This affection didn't arise abruptly, in fact, it had built up day after day throughout the many years she had been by her master's side.
Only today did she truly realize it…
Though she longed to look at her master's face, Yue Hu forced herself to keep her gaze firmly on his fingers.
She didn't want to disappoint her master's intentions and she wasn't very smart, so she needed to study diligently, seriously pondering to master this music piece.
