C463 The Sudden Sound of the Zither Late at Night It Was Not an Ordinary Zhang Daoqian

That night, a soft breeze whispered through the piano room at Jiangbei University, where a woman in flowing red garb appeared without a sound.

She approached a piano and settled herself slowly onto the bench, her hands tenderly stroking the instrument.

Gazing at the piano, she seemed lost in thought, perhaps sinking into deep memories.

Her fingers danced across the keys, at times swift