Chapter 90 Dreaming Back?

The hour had arrived.

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The piano's date-red body was understated yet luxurious, its black-and-white keys emitted a cool, eery glow. Chuxia, feeling slightly uneasy, stepped forward and gently touched the keys, the clear, pleasant sound wafted past her ears...

She shuddered involuntarily; this home was so familiar to her, she had been born and raised here, and she could navigate it blindfolded.

Walking out of the piano room, to the left was her grandparents' bedroom. The old couple used to say that if they couldn't hear the tinkling piano sounds, it felt like something was missing.

Then one by one, the guest room, the kitchen, the bathroom, up the stairs were her bedroom, her parents' bedroom, and a large study.

Surveying each room, she was so excited. She didn't know how she had returned. The sight of the black and white keys had indeed startled her.