Once they were ready, the stage lights dimmed.
The holographic projection showed a lavish, ancient-style palace.
Jiang Qin's fingers were beautiful—slender and fair. With the nude pink polish she had deliberately applied, they looked like works of art.
No one with a thing for hands could resist such a pair of beautiful hands.
Especially when they were playing the Zither.
A single, casual pluck was enough to draw everyone's eyes to those hands, making them forget her face.
As Jiang Qin played the intro, Ethan began to sing:
"That year, snowflakes fell as plum blossoms bloomed on the boughs,
That year, by Huaqing Pool, too much sorrow was left behind.
Don't speak of who was right or wrong, of love's mistakes and truths…"
The lyrics were beautiful, the scenery was beautiful, and the melody was beautiful.
There was nothing wrong with Ethan's voice, and his singing technique was passable. Aside from being a little plain, it had no other flaws.
