An Endless Melody of Black and White

What kind of sparks will fly between a scheming “defective” man and an innocent piano teacher, black and white on 88 black and white keys? Will they make beautiful music together, or produce a cacophony? Perhaps the result no longer matters, because in love, every note knows its own highs and lows, and every step forward has its own sweetness and bitterness. You can't improve at the piano without practicing hard; you can't sustain love without working at it. Like black and white, neither can do without the other.

This story is half innocent and half not, with the occasional awkward moment. Life is full of fun, so it can't be all serious; but life is serious too. This is Lian Lian's first story, and I've woven in more or less all my thoughts about life and love, so sometimes I take those little insights very seriously.