The zither music passed through the empty space and the alloy hulls of the battleship, reaching the ears of everybody, including Jing Jiu.
The zither music was very appealing, but it was not a piece of music from this world. The rhythm of the music was relaxing and cheerful, giving off a happy hint of spring rain, as light as water and as precious as oil.
"I don't know anything about the music 'Prelude to a Good Night', so I composed the music myself. Do you think it's kind of alike?"
Shen Yunmai lifted up his head and asked this while looking at Jing Jiu.
There is no air in the space. His voice, like his music, could be heard by the others or by their awareness, since it could ignore the fact that the medium for sound was lacking in the space.
"I'm not sure," replied Jing Jiu.