Even though she knew it was hopeless, she still wanted to give it a try and decided to play the emotional card first.
So Hanqin said pitifully, "Do you know why I'm called Hanqin?"
At the same time, he put on a sad expression.
At this moment, Haotian had an urge to turn around and leave.
Hanqin didn't dare to waste any more words or build up the emotional connection.
"My father especially loved my mother playing the zither. So when I was born, it seemed that my mother could no longer play the zither because of me, so she named me Hanqin (meaning 'cold zither')."
At this point, the joy in Hanqin's eyes diminished considerably.
"However, I also quite enjoy playing the zither and music, and my father often praised me for having the demeanor of my mother."
However, there was one thing Hanqin didn't say: she had no idea what her mother's demeanor was like when she played the zither, nor did she know whether her father was right or wrong.
After listening to Hanqin's story, Haotian had a slight thought.
Because when she said those words to him, Hanqin was no longer the lofty and aloof demon immortal, but rather, her most original and authentic self, an... ordinary girl.
He didn't know what Xiao Hei had said to her that made her willing to show him her most authentic self.
He didn't want to think about it, nor did he care what Hanqin's purpose was.
Just like Hanqin, he also has his own story.
However, he would only keep it to himself and would not tell others.
Looking at Hanqin, who exuded a youthful charm, Haotian thought to himself: Who are you? I still prefer your arrogant self from before.
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