Maple Mountain got its name from the fiery red leaves of maple trees covering it.
Under the sunlight, the orange-red maple leaves layered over one another, resembling a sea of flames, strikingly spectacular.
At this moment, Xia Ning'er was calmly seated under a tree, with a simple yet exquisite zither placed before her.
Her slender, pale fingers danced across the strings like mischievous elves.
Opposite her, Ji Lingling rested her hands on her cheeks, gazing enviously at Xia Ning'er, who was wholly absorbed in her music.
The maple leaves fell with the melody of the music.
As they touched the ground, the piece Xia Ning'er was playing came to a perfect conclusion.
Ji Lingling clapped her small hands in applause.
"Sister Ning'er, your playing is so beautiful! I was utterly captivated!"
Xia Ning'er looked up, meeting Ji Lingling's gaze, and smiled gently. Her eyes, usually as cold as frost, were filled with affection.
