"I keep hearing someone call to me in my dreams. They're holding a strange... musical instrument?"
On my birthday, I took my parents and my best friend and her family out to a restaurant.
At the moment of the car crash, I saw my parents and my best friend's parents exchange a look of relief mixed with overwhelming sorrow.
When I woke up, I was a concubine-born daughter in a marquis's household, bullied at every turn.
Then, at a palace banquet, the mysterious Prince Jing, Xuanyuan Zhao, looked at me from across the crowd, twirling an instrument in his hand: a lusheng, the very one from my dreams, and one that absolutely did not belong to this era. Just know to keep your man firmly in your grasp. Never let go.
