Ying Huanhuan was instinctively vigilant, but when she really touched the strings, those vigilance disappeared without a trace.
Involuntarily, she plucked the strings lightly, and a beautiful note popped out.
"This piano sound?"
Ying Huanhuan's pretty face was full of surprise, and her big bright eyes sparkled.
The sound of Fuxiqin is very good, very crisp, just a single note, it is extremely beautiful.
Unbelievable, Lu Yun
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