Xu Xunsheng gave him a few glances before lowering her head, the melody sped up, and so did her fingerwork. She stared at her own fingers, and he did too, watching those ten skillful digits seemingly come to life, jumping and caressing across the seven strings as if they were touching a remote ancient dream.
Then came a segment of light and crisp harmonics, reminiscent of a fresh Jiangnan tune. As Xu Xunsheng was playing, she suddenly noticed his shadow moving. Looking up, she saw him nodding slightly to the melody. Xu Xunsheng's fingers momentarily lost their order, but thanks to her deep skill, she immediately steadied them in the next phrase. She thought he probably didn't know, he didn't understand guqin music after all. When she glanced sideways, however, she saw a smile contained in the corner of his mouth. He wasn't looking at her, just smiling softly to himself, and she didn't know what he was smiling about.
