As expected, really can’t compare!
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
It can be said, after listening to Huang Yueli's qin songs, all other qin songs turned into boring noises. Churning out songs without thought for quality, simply unbearable for the ears.
"God, so nice to listen to. I think I just saw blooming orchids...."
"Yeah, too good. I've never heard such a nice song…....."
"To think Third Young Miss Bai could play the qin…."
Accompanied by the sounds of praise, Huang Yueli remained composed; neither excited nor proud.
She had heard too many similar praises. These clichés were too common.
However, when these words entered Bai Ruoqi's ears, they were like bolt of lightning striking her from the skies.
She turned pale.
These beautiful words, should belong to her!
At each young lady's party, surrounded non-stop praises should be her Bai Ruoqi!
When did it belong to that dead girl? Is she not an idiot, one who was horrendous at poems and had appalling qin skills?