You have the scent of a woman.

Hua Jingyu straightened her back again, no longer as casual as before. She slowly sat down in front of the guqin. Her red dress was very eye-catching, and her whole temperament exuded, dignified, exquisite and outstanding.
She slowly raised her head, her beautiful eyes looking out the window, a hint of sadness flashing across them.
Then, her jade hand fell on the guqin, and her fingertips slid across the strings.
The performance begins!
As the sound of the piano rang out, Iwao Lin...