Sheng Qianxia knew that Sheng Qingxue had always loved the piano since she was little and initially let her teach her, probably just because she thought playing the piano looked beautiful.
But gradually, her dedication exceeded all expectations.
She had rarely seen Qingxue take anything so seriously.
Sheng Qianxia couldn't help but speak to Gong Beiyao—
"Because Qingxue has been frail since she was young, she has always lacked confidence, but in my heart, she is truly wonderful and perfect. Like an angel."
"Now, my little angel seems to have grown up without realizing, understanding joy, anger, sorrow, love, and hatred. If possible, I really wish she could remain as simple as she is now, letting me withstand all the hardships alone."
Qingxue had always admired her.
But she also envied Qingxue's innocence.
Though she knew she wasn't perfect, she had always tried to appear invincible because of Qingxue's admiration.
