C69 It Doesn't Matter

Wen Nanzhi carried the lute and pulled a stool in front of the dressing table to sit at the head of the bed.

Behind the floor-to-ceiling window was the sea that was shimmering with starlight under the night sky. At this moment, the sea was in a completely different state from the day. The dark sea surface was like a black mirror. It reflected the clear moonlight of the starry sky