The quiet and soulful sound of the ancient zither lingered in the air.
Suddenly, a long cry echoed, and the music abruptly stopped.
The audience remained immersed in the vast and profound atmosphere it evoked.
"Bravo!"
Suddenly, someone shouted loudly.
The crowd snapped out of their reverie, stood up, and began applauding.
Su Qingnuan's cheeks blushed as she watched them applaud for her, her lips curling upward uncontrollably.
"Thank you."
Su Qingnuan rose, bowed to the audience below, then turned and left the backstage.
After stepping off the stage, Su Qingnuan noticed Fu Yixing standing in the waiting area.
His expression was grim, and the way he stared at Su Qingnuan was as cold and ruthless as a serpent.
Su Qingnuan instinctively took a step back. "Second Young Master."
"Why wasn't it the piano?" Fu Yixing asked sternly.
Su Qingnuan smiled faintly. "I just happened to see the zither and wanted to give it a try."
