The originally faint sorrow intensified increasingly, like surging magma wanting to burst forth from a volcano.
Su Yan listened with a suffocating pain in her chest, and tears involuntarily flowed down.
She kept listening for a long time, seeming as long as a century, until the woman finally stopped playing the piano.
Her pale, slender fingers, from plucking the strings for so long, had all cracked.
Drops of fresh blood fell down, landing on the strings, staining the silver-white strings, then dripping onto the pitch-black piano surface.
And they disappeared.
Su Yan's heart clenched tighter in pain, and her tears fell even more torrentially.
She didn't know why she was crying.
Maybe it was the woman's piano playing that touched her, or maybe it was her persistence in playing over and over again.
Or perhaps it was the sadness in her eyes, and those ten bleeding fingers...
She didn't know who she was, or why she appeared in her dreams.
