"Liu Ningdie? Is that you?"
"Sir, I'm sorry, you made a mistake. My daughter's name is Surou."
How could he forget that the man he had loved for many years was just no longer worthy of him? In this case, it was better to treat him as a stranger.
How could it not be her, the woman that made him miss her day and night, that smile, that gesture of playing the piano, and every move made him think that she was Liu Ningdie.
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The wind picked up, Su Rou gently adjusted her dancing hair, her sleeves fell down, and the lavender pearls on her white wrists were particularly dazzling. She recalled the scene of her playing the piano and him playing the flute when she was a child, and he recalled that he once said, "I promise you a future."
I used to dance only for him, but now I have to dance for those who hate me, but I have no choice.