The weather was a bit strange. The sky was clear in the morning, but it was cloudy in the afternoon, and it was raining heavily. The scene outside did not disturb Yi Jing's practice. She was indulged in the deep and mellow sound of the cello, and the sound slowly flowed into her heart, clearing all the distracting thoughts in her heart.
After she finished playing a song, she saw someone at the door. His eyes were glued to her body, so hot that Yi Jing's heart couldn't help but skip a few beats. She lowered her head, eased her emotions, and put down the cello in her hand.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
