The wisps of the west wind rippled, the deep winter night diffused a thick chill, and the moonlight sprinkled a little starlight through the cracks. Before approaching, there was a faint fragrance of plum blossoms and a melodious piano sound.

Shu Ruo saw the cold from afar, sitting by the guqin in a pavilion in the plum garden, the cloud-colored brocade robe on his body exuded a unique temperament, and there seemed to be thousands of stars circulating in his eyes. The slender fingertips touched the strings, and the ethereal sound of the piano leaked out. As if by magic, the fingers plucked on the piano.

Shu Ruo didn't expect Leng Han to play the piano so well, in her cognition, Leng Han, as the god of war, should only be able to fight, dance knives and get guns or something. This abrupt ......

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