On the day of the showdown, when Cheng Yunqing came to Lu Mansion, Lu Youan was playing the piano in the small living room. The music was so beautiful that even he, who didn't understand music, didn't feel like he slowed down after listening to it. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and a few clusters of flower branches peeked out from the thorns. They were double pomegranates as red as pigeon blood gems. Their beauty was almost wanton, and they just hit people's sight without hesitation. The milky-white grand piano is painted with gold, and her raised eyes are like two pools of black mercury, with the flowing charm of a musical score. When the music stopped, he placed the box on the Western carved coffee table in front of her, along with the opened letter.
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It's coming to an end. Alas, when will the next book be?
It's coming to an end. Alas, when will the next book be?