As soon as Ye Xuan opened the door, he was stunned on the spot. His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was slightly agape, unable to speak.
The setting sun shone through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows and landed on the white piano in the room, creating a hint of charm.
His Fifth Sister Ye Fei sat in front of the piano. Her jade-like hand caressed the piano keys, causing musical notes to float out and hover above the piano.
Her ponytail swayed gently with the notes, as if it was alive. It lingered in the midst of playfulness and coldness.
The white dress seemed to have spirituality as it danced along with the rhythm. The bracelet emitted a crisp sound to accompany it. In the mist, it was like a fairy descending to the mortal world, or like a celestial maiden in a painting.
His Fourth Sister Ye Chan was live-streaming at the side. In an instant, not only were the audience in the live-stream shocked, but even Ye Chan was shocked.