Feng Qiluo's flute music suddenly became more melodious, tinged with a hint of longing and melancholy.

Suddenly, the sound of a guqin arose, perfectly blending into the flute melody. The harmony of the guqin and flute made the entire piece fuller and more enchanting.

Feng Qiluo was taken aback and quickly turned her head.

Unbeknownst to her, a figure in a white scholar's robe was sitting behind her, a guqin resting on his knees, playing leisurely. Who else could it be but Qin Changqing!