Chapter 120: Zhong Lin’s Disappointing Behavior

Melodious guqin music floated up from the floor below, drifting gently into the upstairs room. It was as refreshing as spring water, as soft as a drizzle, and as tender as a summer breeze.

The group, waiting for their wine to arrive, paused to savor the music.

One by one, their eyes drifted shut, carried away by the ethereal notes that seemed to lift the weight from their shoulders and offer a rare moment of peace.