"... The first time I saw you, I was deeply attracted by you. Your watery eyes, with a little sad smile. The whole face is delicate and beautiful, so refined, there is no trace of human fireworks. You are sitting there, sitting among a group of diners, You are so dignified and noble, so quiet and elegant. You are pure and tender, like a budding hibiscus, spotless. You hold the pipa, and you sing songs, and strings of lyrics flow out of your throat, gurgling like a stream slowly flowing through the rocks. Soft. It's like drizzle tapping on the roof tiles. It's a beautiful little poem. It's a bit resentful and a bit lingering... Like the silk spun by spring silkworms, it tightly wraps around my heart. Yinshuang, I have never felt this way. I have been to many dance troupe performances, but no girl has ever been able to move my heart. But you are different, Yinshuang. Just after listening to a little song, I fell head over heels for you... How could you torture me like a cute goblin..."
I squeezed the pipa in my hand hard, lowered my head and tried to look gentle, and controlled myself not to throw the pipa directly into his face or kick him over. After all, the man in front of us is a royal Baylor, and we really can't afford to offend him.
Conception: