The little guy just pursed his lips tightly, silent, his appearance alone made one's heart ache.
Xiao Gao wished she could slap herself hard; why did she turn on the TV? She was so regretful she could cry.
Holding him as they walked out of the hotel, they hailed a taxi, and the two hurried to Xu Xia's street shooting location—Napoleon Street.
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...
Darkness surrounded her, with piano music coming from somewhere.
Luo Xiaoqian felt her way through the dark, moving forward, not knowing how long she walked until suddenly a light appeared in front of her, slanting from the sky, shining on a person.
The person was sitting in front of a white piano, with slender fingers bouncing and gliding over the keys, the enchanting melody flowing from under his fingers.
The tune was something she was very familiar with, she could even hum the next notes in her mind.
Yet, she couldn't remember what piece it was.
Under the light, the whole person seemed to be glowing.
