The female singer tilted her head and took a look at Qi Xia, then lowered her head again and continued to stare at her zither.
Qi Xia didn't make any noise. He sat down in the pavilion in the garden, propped up his chin, and looked at the singer who had started plucking the strings once more.
The sound of the zither reverberated in the garden. The night wind swept by and the flowers swayed.
"Why don't you sing?" Qi Xia looked at the female singer. She just played her zither for a long time and did not open her mouth to utter a word.
The female singer didn't look up, but merely focused on the strings at her fingertips.
"You have to pay to hear me sing."
Qi Xia raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking that this lady was a bit interesting.
Was she saying this because she thought he was a customer? Was that why she was being hard to talk to?
"Oh? How much do you want then?"
