Night fell, and Chu Qingmeng sat idly strumming the pipa that Shuangcheng had brought her. For the first time in her life, she attempted to play melodies other than the ones Mother Dean had taught her. After trying several times in a row, she still could not quite master a few of the notes, so she began to sing softly to keep the rhythm for her pipa.
"Green, green the collars,
Earnest, earnest my heart.
Though I do not go to you,
Why do you not send word?"
"Green, green the pendants,
Pensive, pensive my thoughts.
Though I do not go to you,
Why do you not come?"
Chapter 209