"This is my mom's favorite song when she was alive," Gu Beicheng's voice was a bit deep, deeper than it used to be.
"Here, this was her favorite place to come to, so I come here every year."
"Mom and the Clan Leader's late wife had a good relationship; they were close friends."
He stared at a nameless corner, yet his slender fingers were still dancing on the piano keys.
Xia Yinian just realized that Uncle's fingers were really beautiful, extremely beautiful.
More elegant and attractive than youthful jade fingers sculpted by an artist.
His piano skills were also very high; he played this piece perfectly.
Although she was unfamiliar with it, just by listening, tears were coming down; you must know, she was always a person with a high threshold for tears.
Now, he looked out the dim night through the floor-to-ceiling window, his fingertips still skillfully hopping on the piano keys, without a single flaw.
