"Damn, that was incredible! Play another piece!"
"Ahhh! I was so mesmerized I forgot to record it!"
"Such music should only exist in heaven! How many times can one hear it on earth!" murmured a cultured person secretly.
"Set sail." Xiao Chong stood up, pulling Lin Wanwan into the cabin, hiding them from all eyes.
The stunned boatman finally snapped out of the trance induced by the music, startled by his own reaction.
He never imagined that at his age, a rugged old-timer like him would be so entranced by an Ancient Zither piece; hastily, he resumed rowing, steering the boat away from the riverbank.
Worried that if he delayed another second, someone enchanted by the music might jump into the river and swim over.
That night, people chased the small boat along the river, leading to them drifting until late when the crowds dispersed and it was quiet, finally docking in the dead of night.
By the time they got home, Lin's grandfather was already asleep.
