Su Xingyue blinked in surprise, the melody had already begun resonating in her ears.
The warmth from his hand spread across the back of hers.
Her nose, too, was filled with his scent…
For a moment, she felt dazed.
The sudden quickening of her heartbeat caused some panic.
And so, he held her hand patiently until they had completed the piece.
"How do you know how to play this kind of thing…" Su Xingyue turned her head in astonishment, looking at him.
How could Nan Yuling, a man who was busy in the business world all day, play the piano?
"My mother was very fond of this piece," Nan Yuling said slowly, looking at the piano before him.
With his eidetic memory, he had inadvertently learned it.
His mother…
It was the first time she heard him mention his mother.
While she was lost in thought, her nose suddenly itched.
Su Xingyue couldn't help but lower her head and sneeze.