"Then you can play the piano at home too," Mo Hexuan said, "Don't we have a piano here?"
"I'm not in the mood." Qin Youxue replied sullenly.
Nor is she in the mindset for it.
She knew that in this lifetime, she was destined to be estranged from the piano.
Mo Hexuan said nothing. He looked at Qin Youxue's profile; her eyes were filled with deep loneliness and dimness. For a moment, he somewhat regretted being so cruel to her.
He still remembered the way she was when she played the piano, vibrant and exuberant, confident and beautiful.
"..." Mo Hexuan fell silent, he let go of Qin Youxue and watched her stand up and head upstairs.
Being alone at home is really a bit lonely...
Mo Hexuan thought as he sat on the sofa.
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The matter of going out to look for a job ended on a sour note just like that.
Qin Youxue never mentioned wanting to go out and work again.
