Her Elegy

The slim white figure was like an elf. His sharp gaze became gentle when seeing her. He could not move his eyes away.

Beautiful!

He had never discovered that the woman actually looked perfect in front of a piano. It was as if she was born to play. She could always surprise him.

Not noticing that someone was observing, Su Qianci carefully revealed the keyboards.

What a gorgeous instrument.

This grand piano was the last work of a retired master purchased by Li Sicheng at a high price at an auction. In her previous lifetime, she had always had her eyes on this piano, wanting to touch it but afraid that Li Sicheng would hate her even more. After all, even Tang Mengying was not allowed to touch it.