C84 A Meeting

When Fong Fei was playing the zither, perhaps it was because she had brought her emotions into it. The sound of the zither was reluctant, resentful, lonely, and soul-stirring. From time to time, she would even raise her head and look at Huang Siwei with tender affection. Huang Siwei also looked at her. The unknown feelings between the two of them were slowly being stimulated