BOILING BLOOD

Xue went to join them for breakfast but he wasn't hungry so he just saw them eat, when he finished the meal, one of the residence's servants brought a mahogany Guzhe and placed it on the table.

The Guzhe had a floral design carved and despite being stored, the strings were in good condition,

Lin brought the Guzhe closer to Xue and then with a gesture indicated her to play.

Xue began to play feeling the strings little by little and once she was sure her fingers moved on their own, it was a sweet and simple melody, played to perfection, it was a slightly melancholic melody and it represented the longing of a loved one, his beloved, who had died. by works of destiny.

The song flowed through the room, those present began to cry for the melody but Mr. Huo's daughter, Hai Feng, had a cloudy look, like that girl from a farming town managed to play the Guzhe, she had prestigious teachers in the art but none of them managed to get her to play decently, every time she played they all covered their ears, but they trusted her that she could play well and even her mother had lent her her dear Guzhe that she had never been able to play because her mother had fear that she would destroy it.

Hai Feng couldn't see everyone crying simply because she touched the Guzhe, but still she was an intruder in her house, and more attention was paid to her than to Hai Feng.

Her Father Mr. Huo had always treated Hai Feng as the center of the world but now she was replaced by that Xue woman, that because she is an orphan, that because she is capable, she could not boil the blood of anger anymore.