The ethereal and pure music of the guitar sounded, who touched whose heartstrings? Face control, voice control and hand control. It's hard to control your emotions when you lose, but joy only takes a moment. I just regret that we met late, without fate and no destiny, and I feel sad. Gaze, look back, bow your head. That's all I can do. As long as my eyes can still follow your figure, even if it's just your back, even if there are others beside you. The silk strings in your hand, flowing out strings of beautiful notes, weaved a mental prison for me. I was unable and unwilling to break it. I also picked up the guitar in my hand, and strengthened, thickened, and encrypted the inside of the cage inch by inch...
PS: Not just a novel, but also a guitar tutorial?