[YWW.ME] 2025.07.24 Bard Cang Cang

On the bluestone, she sat quietly under an old locust tree, clutching her pipa. Her long black hair was faintly visible in the mottled light and shadow, a few strands dangling at the side of her neck. She casually chanted a few lines of poetry, her voice mingling with the sound of the pipa, ethereal and moving.