The words of Xiaobao made a trace of joy flicker in Deng Meiling's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant, replaced by some bewilderment, as if she had not expected Xiaobao to find herself just to hear another tune.
"Okay, I'll go get the guzheng." Deng Meiling went out.
Xiaobao watched Deng Meiling's departing figure, frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Before long, Deng Meiling brought the guzheng and placed it on the coffee table, then showed a few serious and aloof expressions and gradually entered the state of playing.
The melodious sound of the guqin began to play, making people seem to gradually forget everything, and Xiaobao couldn't help but close his eyes.
Carefully feeling the inexplicable sensation in the music, Xiaobao was shocked, the sound of the guqin indeed had a kind of magical power that let people into meditation, just as he had guessed.
