Lu Man placed the box down and slowly opened it. She saw that inside it there was a rather old violin, but the violin was very well-maintained by Xia Qingwei.
Xia Qingwei carefully and cautiously took the violin out. From the body of the violin to the strings, she touched it gently like she was touching a child.
One could tell that Xia Qingwei really had a lot of love and feelings for this violin.
Not only because it was given to Xia Qingwei by her late father, but also because playing the violin was her passion.
"Can the strings still be played?" Lu Man asked. After all, it had been a long time already.
"Yes, they can." Xia Qingwei took the violin over. "Let's head over."
"Oh my, I almost forgot. I've finished making the dishes. I'll go and tell them, let's have dinner first," Lu Man said hurriedly.
Xia Qingwei smiled resignedly. "You little child."
However, Xia Qingwei didn't scold Lu Man for being careless.
