As the sound of the bronze gong rang out, the curtain on the opera stage was lifted. A young xiaosheng actor appeared in handsome costume, his voice crisp and his eyes bright.
Qingyue smiled faintly.She had once sneaked down the mountain and, disguised alongside Zhang Qiling, gone to an opera house to listen. Back then, she could not discern the helplessness and sorrow of the characters in the play, and she still couldn't.
Yet at this moment, she found the opera very much to her liking. The fluid grace of every gesture and the gentle, lingering sorrow in the singing were so melodious and moving.
Chapter 939