Mu Qiu didn't care about their comments, she leaned slightly to the left, looking ahead but whispering to Cheng Zhirang.
"Did you like it? I played it for you."
Whether you play the instrument or who's playing it doesn't matter, what matters is who the song is played for.
Those twinkling eyes watched her with a smile, and the slender fingers pushed a small pile of shelled peanuts and melon seeds towards her.
"Thanks, it's a gift in return for you."
She happily accepted it, feeling that this forced and impromptu performance was quite nice.
After her and Shi Yuhuai, it was Lin Lian's turn to perform.
Like driving a duck onto a perch, the order of performances was entirely decided at Guan Yu's whim. She said she wanted to cleanse her ears, so Lin Lian was cued.
Everyone was excited—truly excited this time, standing on the small balcony, on tiptoes, watching the piano on the opposite side.
