With red lips slightly parted, a long and gentle song flowed from her throat like a warbler emerging from the valley, captivatingly melodious. Her enchanting voice quieted the male guests, who a moment ago were loudly boisterous, drawing their attention to the heavenly sound.
Beauty unparalleled, her music unmatched.
The male guests looked at the women in their arms, who were also delicate and beautiful like flowers, but they paled in comparison to the girl playing the zither. They wished they could give their hearts to the stunning singer on stage.
"Who is this girl? She plays the zither well, and her voice is wonderful," a richly dressed man inquired from his seat.
