Those times have all gone, what you didn't teach me, someone else did. Today, this piece is for him.
The girl quietly sits at the piano, eyes slightly closed, seemingly reminiscing about something, surrounded by a mist of mystery.
Song Jinwen glared at her coldly, sneering, "Trying to be mysterious, later let's see how you embarrass yourself."
Mo Pianpian whispered, "Peilan, do you think Ji Yunya plays the piano well?"
Yi Peilan rolled her eyes, "I'm not a worm in her tummy, how should I know." She paused, glanced at Ji Yunya, and whispered, "Have you noticed Ji Yunya's hands?"
Mo Pianpian exclaimed blankly, "What's wrong with her hands?" Indeed, she hadn't noticed.
"Her hands are even more beautiful than Song Jinwen's, they look like they were born to play the piano. I think Song Jinwen has hit a wall this time."
"Ah? No way, Song Jinwen plays the piano so well. Is there really someone better?"
