Inside the mansion, there was a room unlike any other—a music room.
Hua Jing had already explored most of the house since she woke up, and she had quickly realized that Fu Jingrong loved simplicity.
His home was minimalistic, every room neat and uncluttered. But this one space was different.
This was a sanctuary, built for sound and emotion, with a grand white piano standing proudly in the center.
Fu Jingrong carried her into the room and gently placed her on top of an island counter that stood off to the side. Then, without a word, he walked toward the piano and lowered himself onto the bench.
Hua Jing's eyes lit up instantly. She clapped her hands together, excitement brimming in her voice.
"Are you going to sing for me?"
