That day, a fine drizzle fell, each raindrop as thin as a strand of hair. She walked slowly through the woods beneath a red silk parasol. Faintly, she heard the deep, unhurried notes of a qin drifting from far away, tinged with a trace of melancholy and sorrow. Parting the flowers and brushing aside the willows, she saw him seated in the drizzle, playing softly. He seemed so proud and lonely, so serene and refined, that her heart was deeply shaken and she felt like crying. He stilled the trembling strings and turned to give her a faint smile. That smile made her willing to lose herself in him.
Come on~! Looking forward to it~!