The afternoon sun shines through the blinds, casting tiny shadows on the floor. Longkasha was sitting on a walnut-colored treatment chair, with a seven-stringed guqin placed on the low table in front of her - an old object left behind by her grandfather. The body of the piano was engraved with the word "Hansong", and the lacquer surface was moistened with patina due to years of rubbing. She was wearing a light blue medical uniform, her long hair was tied into a low ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead. She wore a pair of thin-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose. Her almond-shaped eyes behind the lenses were intently observing the young man on the sofa opposite.
