Su Ningzhi
The candlelight flickered gently, casting a delicate softness over her features. She wiped the faint layer of dust from her qin, sitting quietly in plain robes like a figure in a classical ink-wash painting. Seeing you enter, she inclined her head slightly, her tone soft and calm, yet far from cold. "The night wind is chilly. If you do not mind, young master, please take a seat. Whatever melody you wish to hear, I can play it for you."Please log in to continue the conversation.