C134 Crimson Red

Qingzhi sat in front of the table that belonged to her. She raised her hand and made a series of sounds. Anyone who had heard it would know that it was a song called "Autumn Moon of Han Palace.

Her fingers were connected to her heart. She felt a burst of pain. It was a pain that drilled into one's heart. It was just a little bit of grinding.

The music was a little bitter