Bab 477: Misled (III)

The young lady sat on the steps while strumming the lute with her delicate, slender hands gracefully. The beautiful melody resounded in the room along with her movements and in an instant, it felt as though the entire world had been filled with mellifluous melody. The birds on the branches by the window admired the wonderful chords silently.

The melody was like a soft, clear stream meandering through the forest. But, it soon turned into boundless waves as though a leisurely floating boat on a river had met a storm. It struggled to hang on under swelling waves and whirlpools, but the waves eventually engulfed the little boat. The boat was tossed into the air and was dragged back down immediately. However, no matter how ferocious the waves were, the boat continued to stay afloat… until the storm weakened and the sky cleared gradually. The blue sky and dazzling sun enveloped Mother Earth while the peaceful boat welcomed the warm sun rays…