Ling Momo initially couldn't get into the right state of mind no matter what, but realizing that no matter how reluctant she was, she could not resist Li Qingshen. So eventually, she resigned herself and truly started to recall the sound of each key.
Li Qingshen sat on a sofa not far away, continuously turning his head to look outside the window. Suddenly, he noticed that the piano sounds became more rhythmic, and only then did he shift his gaze from the window to Ling Momo.
The girl sat in front of the piano, slightly bowing her head, pressing the black keys over and over with one finger, her red lips pouting slightly, counting the numbers one by one, her lips opening and closing, exceptionally captivating.
Li Qingshen's ink-like eyes stared at this scene, gazing intently for a long time.
