His hands were incredibly beautiful, slender and pale, and a small black mole on the back of his right hand became more obvious. He was sitting in her piano room, not knowing the moment, but at the moment when she pushed the door in, the sunlight was separated by the wall just right, and the beam that came in illuminated his hand on the piano.
Beautiful, suddenly. Yu Qingyang looked at the stranger in shock until the man raised his hand and called her, "I'm waiting for you."