A young girl dressed in a white gown sits at a quaint table, playing the zither.
The half-open window allows a slanting sunbeam to illuminate the room, casting the shadow of the window frame onto the girl's hair.
The beautiful melody comes to an abrupt halt as Qianqian enters the room. The girl stands up, gently arranging her bun with a blush on her cheeks, "I felt a little itchy to play when I saw you hadn't arrived yet, my apologies if I disturbed you."
As she spoke, the girl gracefully bowed to Qianqian, who hastily waved her hands in response. What a joke? Was such a trivial matter worth such a solemn apology? Surely she was overreacting?
However, the beauty gave off a really nice vibe... not pretentious at all, but rather healing for the mind and soul.
Perhaps this is the power of beauty?
