Zhao Xiangxiang was walking down the street at the moment, hugging her long zither and looking rather indignant. She wore only a cape over her shoulders, and beneath her feet lay a thick blanket of snow.
Though she had spoken in a fit of temper and run out, the cold wind blowing against her face actually calmed her down a bit. Liu Yong's lyrics were indeed exceptionally fine, but finding someone in Bianjing who could surpass him would probably prove rather difficult.
At that moment, her gaze suddenly caught sight of two figures, one of whom looked rather familiar. Before she even had time to recall where she knew him from, her feet had already carried her forward.
Chapter 48