C137 reunion

His fingers slid across the strings of the zither, making a moving sound. The old guitar, which he was used to, might not have been as accurate as the new one, but this familiar feeling was unable to replace anything.

However, Louver, who was in a dilemma, didn't notice this at all. She subconsciously strummed the zither, playing the music.

Sad songs echoed in the room