"Today, I fear I must impose on Miss Xi Yan to perform a duet with me. I thank you in advance, my lady!" Gu Chengyu stood and bowed, raising the Purple Bamboo Flute in his hand.
"I have long heard that Mr. Gu is well-versed in music. To perform a duet with him today is indeed my good fortune. Let's begin!" Xi Yan had already memorized the lyrics and only needed to play the qin following the rhythm of the flute.
Gu Chengyu smiled slightly, saying no more. He placed the Purple Bamboo Flute to his lips, and instantly, a hollow and distant flute sound emerged. Following this, Xi Yan's delicate fingers lightly plucked the silver strings, with the qin sound following closely behind.
The flute's sound was mournful and longing, like crying and complaining, lingering and uninterrupted, like a hidden dragon dancing in a secluded valley.
