It seemed like there were sounds of a piano coming from the music room. Tang Yuxiu's eyes flickered slightly as he recalled the way Gu Yan played the piano...
Her most beautiful moment.
"Yanyan, Yanyan..." he murmured softly, his heart cold and chilly.
At the same time, Tang Mubei drove his car to the bottom of the building where Qiu Ye lived.
He rolled down the car window, the wind blowing in, sobering him up quite a bit.
He stared unmovingly at the light shining from Qiu Ye's room upstairs.
Qiu Ye was in the living room looking at case files, unable to shake off a sense of unease, unable to focus, so she got up to the window for some fresh air.
She opened the window, the cool breeze coming in did make her feel better, but when she glanced downward inadvertently, she saw a familiar car.
Living on the eighth floor, she couldn't clearly see the person inside from that height, but she knew exactly who it was.
