"See? What did I tell you? Surprised now?" Jin said with a smirk.
But Shuri didn't hear him.
His voice was nothing more than a distant murmur—her mind was entirely consumed by the music.
The melody drifting through the air was hauntingly familiar.
It was the piece Noran composed for her in her first life—To Rin.
The romantic music wrapped around her like a tender embrace, each note a delicate whisper of their past.
She felt her heart race as the memories flooded back, mingling with the present in a surreal dance.
This was the music that spoke of love, loss, and everything in between.
It was as if Noran was speaking to her through the piano, each keystroke a word, each chord a sentence.
She couldn't believe her ears.
Why was he playing this?
Had he regained his memory?
Was this performance for her?
The questions swirled in her mind, creating a whirlwind of confusion and hope.
"Since when..." she murmured, her voice trembling.
It felt like déjà vu.
