C570 You Have to Look at the Owner When You Hit the Dog

The sound of the silk bamboo lingered on, like the quiet forest night wind, soothing!

The strings of the zither were clear and melodious, like a dark stream flowing in the dark, moving to the heart and soul …

At this moment, it was already night. In the darkness of the night, there was this wonderful immortal sound, yet it had merged with this scene