The lonely moon hangs high, and the sky and the earth are a cold silvery white.
Within the thousand-layered palace wall, there were desolate strings cutting intermittent syllables in the night sky, stumbling and breaking into pieces and disappearing in the air.
"Sister, why is this song "Lone Goose" played again?" The voice coming from behind was full of pity, and Feng Xi knew it was Xiao Qing without turning around. With a smile on her lips, she drew a brisk tune on the strings. "It's just that I haven't seen my sister for a few days, so I miss her." She turned around and smiled.
The woman behind her was so amused that she squeaked, "Sister Feng is probably missing some young master, right?"