That year, in Ye Ruoxian's eyes, it was hard to find a close friend, "Bo Ya was good at playing the piano and Zhong Ziqi was good at listening." But in Ji Jin's heart, she had looked back thousands of times. She exhausted all her strength and finally stood beside her, only to find that she was no longer the Ye Ruoxian she once was. The world had changed, people had changed, and the person she desperately wanted to get close to was riddled with wounds. That year, she spent three years filling Ye Ruoxian's heart. They blew the evening breeze together, watched the sunrise together, played the piano, sang and danced together. Ji Jin accompanied her to see the doctor countless times. But who knew that "life is like a piano string"
"In that year of haste, the lotus roots are broken and the silk is connected." The jade light strings, the sound of the piano echoes around the beams, the strings collapse, and the piano is catastrophic. I thought that in that year of rushing, there would be no more music. Until Ji Jin played the song "The Year in a Hurry" again
The string breaks and the sound ends. I thought their story would end here, but "When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do you know about the past?"
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