On the day they were to lay everything bare, Cheng Yunqing arrived at the Lu residence to find Lu You'an playing the piano in the small parlor. The music was beautiful. Even he, who knew nothing about music, found himself slowing his steps as he listened. Outside, the sun blazed brightly. A few branches of flowers reached in from the side: double-flowered pomegranates as red as pigeon-blood rubies, their vivid color almost wanton as they thrust themselves into view without restraint. Seated at a cream-colored grand piano decorated with gold, she raised her eyes, which seemed like pools of black quicksilver, their grace flowing like the notes on a score. When the music stopped, he set a box on the ornate Western-style tea table in front of her, along with the opened letter.
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It's so beautiful. The plot is compact and detailed. It really doesn't feel like a story written in more than 7,000 words. Especially now that there is too much water in online articles...
It's so beautiful. The plot is compact and detailed. It really doesn't feel like a story written in more than 7,000 words. Especially now that there is too much water in online articles...