Hidden Dust

"Lu Yi... Chen...?" Qiao Jing's eyes were fixed on the center of the hall of the nursing home. It was a fresh and clean man in hospital clothes, with a layer of gauze covering his eyes, but his fingers were jumping nimbly on the piano keyboard, like a fish in water. The man was good-looking. Although he couldn't see his eyes, just by looking at his straight nose, you could tell he was a beauty. He looks to be in his early twenties, but his skin is as tender as a newborn baby. Sitting in front of the piano, he looks like a porcelain doll. The midday sun shines through the tall Russian-style roof of the nursing home, casting shadows on the man's hospital clothes. The shadows on his facial features also make him look quiet and kind. "Is it... Lu Yichen?" Is it him? Faintly, the man playing the piano turned his head and raised his lips to smile in Qiao Jing's direction. Qiao Jing's pupils suddenly shrank. ——The man playing the piano looks almost identical to Lu Yichen! ! ______ "My name is... Lin Bige." [End of copywriting] *Updated and rested* This is the first time I write about a case, I hope you can tolerate it* The content may cause discomfort, please read with caution! Purpose: Justice will always exist.