The intermittent sound of the piano came from next door. She didn't dare to look up, and the notes seeped into her heart bit by bit.
"I'm a very slow person."
"What you said doesn't count." Cheng Yuan thought secretly, and what he promised always didn't count.
What excuses will you make to refuse this year?
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"The angel covered my wound." Fang Yuxu was silent for a while.
"But she left me alone."
[Short story] Genius calm pianist x delicate and sensitive female doctor
Maybe a knife.
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Wb@ pillow knife but not knife
Intention: None yet
