C365 Nocturnal Rain

At some point, rain began to fall outside the window. The sound of the rain hitting the banana leaves could be heard, and the lilting of the zither could be heard. A melodious and melodious song was heard in the rain:

Qingqing Zixu, my heart. If I don't go, how can ZiNing not make a sound?

Qing Qing was lost in her thoughts. If I don't go, won't Zining come?

In the city of Que Xi Da Xi