The woman played the pipa elegantly and freely. Her fingers tapped the strings gently, and the sound was melodious. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, and the strings of her black lute shone softly on the lute that was similar to her skin color. There was a calm charm in her eyes, as if she was the only one left in the world accompanying the zither. The sound of the zither was sometimes melodious and sometimes deep and melodious, as if it was telling a moving legend. The woman's facial expression was sometimes gentle like water, sometimes firm and decisive, changing with the changes of the zither music. Her lips opened slightly as she sang softly. Every note was filled with vitality, as if she was dancing with the zither to perform a beautiful movement. Throughout the entire performance, the woman's movements were very slow. She had to play every note with her heart. Her posture was very graceful, as if every movement had been carefully planned. The sound of the zither accompanied her movements like a silent song, making people immersed in it and involuntarily moved by it. During the time that the woman was playing, the surrounding air seemed to have become quiet, and only her zither music echoed. Every note she played was filled with a classical atmosphere that made people feel very beautiful and romantic.