First-Class Widowed Concubine

To my ears, this is not the elegant classical music of the 21st century. She still remembers the antique gramophone she bought a few years ago. Although it is simple, its sound is mellow and deep, and it is still quiet. Whenever she comes home from get off work, she must put on a classical music CD and pour herself a glass of red wine to relieve her fatigue. When she was in a good mood, she would close her eyes and listen carefully, and the high heels on her feet would make a clicking sound on the mahogany floor, like the most beautiful solo music in the world. If she catches a day off, she will put on a simple and plain home clothes and nestle in the white top-grade sofa without any image. Then, I pulled out a book from the bookshelf...