C201 The most beautiful painting

When Murong Yue finished playing the song, everyone was still in the midst of the echo, unable to recover from it for a long time.

When the zither was played, Murong Yue looked at the zither in his hand and touched the body of the zither, feeling that he did not want to play anymore.

"This song... What was his name? Did you write it yourself? " Nalan Ruoxue's voice trembled