Except Wushan

That day, it was drizzling, as fine as cow hair. She walked slowly in the forest holding a red silk umbrella, and vaguely heard the deep and soothing sound of a piano coming from a distance, with a touch of melancholy and sadness. She parted the flowers and saw the figure sitting in the drizzle, so lonely, desolate and elegant. Her heart was deeply shaken, and she felt like crying. He smoothed the trembling strings, turned around and smiled faintly at her. Such a smile made her sink willingly.