Chapter 58 My name is Xiao Lang_1

The romantic and elegant ambience inside might lift her spirits.

Jian Yufei ordered a glass of red wine, foie gras, a steak, and a piece of cake, then, her appetite whetted, she started to eat alone.

At the center of the restaurant, a man was playing the piano.

He was a very young man with fair skin, a proud nose, and a deep gaze in his half-closed eyes, suggestive of mixed ancestry.

He was dressed in a clean white shirt, sitting at the piano with his eyes slightly closed, his slender fingers dancing adeptly over the black and white keys.

The ornate ceiling overhead had a crystal light casting a gentle white glow that enveloped him, making him seem as if he were in an angel's radiance.

Jian Yufei listened to him play "The Song of the Wanderer," and could not help but become entranced.

It was a very sad composition.

She didn't know why, but his performance lent a particularly sorrowful feeling to the tune.