Tang Ziyan had always been good-looking, but now he was wearing a light green robe with a plain outer coat. Her black hair was tied up in jade. Her slender white fingers lightly strummed the strings, and as his shoulders lightly swayed, her beautiful hair began to tremble like a painting.
No one had thought that Tang Ziyan would have such an ultimate skill in the end.
For a moment, everyone held their breath in shock at such a beautiful appearance. Even Wu Yurou and the rest, who had long since been prepared, were brought in by his musical rhythm.
When the song ended, there was a moment of silence, followed by thunderous applause.
As Su Mingyu heard this round of applause, she raised an eyebrow at Tang Ziyan, and then the two of them looked at each other and smiled.