The instant the vermilion doors swung completely open, the silver moonlight spilled across everyone's insteps like a living thing. Deep within the corridor, the seven-stringed zither suddenly played on its own, its crisp, lingering notes rushing forth enveloped in a lotus fragrance—so very much like that pair of hands that used to rest in Ye Fan's hair when Qinghuan played the zither in their past life.
"Little Yezi." The moment that soft murmur struck his eardrums, Ye Fan's Inner World trembled violently. The celadon jade grew burning hot in his palm, its cracks healing at a visible rate, leaving even his breathing half a beat suspended—it was Qinghuan's voice, the trailing end still carrying that hint of morning laziness from their past life, looking for all the world like her holding the celadon oil lamp he had newly fired, tilting her head to watch him carve the osmanthus sugar molds.
"Brother Ye?" Su Qingxue's short flute rested against her lips, though she made no rush to play. The cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye trembled with her eyelashes, her fingertips hovering lightly over the flute holes. "This fragrance... it bears an uncanny resemblance to the 'Worry-Free Fragrance' in the Hanmei Pavilion's secret chamber, but it's sharper and clearer."
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