"Hmm, that's for the best." Sylvan Cheney's voice didn't carry much emotion.
Jasmine Yale chose not to continue discussing this topic with him; she sensed that Sylvan Cheney didn't really want her to venture into this area.
"If you have any other interests, I can arrange for you to learn something new, like painting or singing."
Jasmine Yale looked at him, "I want to play the piano. How about you teach me now?"
In the private room, there was a piano, its lacquered surface shimmering under the crystal lamp, like a noble Little Princess.
"I can teach you to play something simple." Sylvan Cheney wrapped an arm around her waist, "Sit down."
Jasmine Yale obediently sat in front of the piano.
She couldn't remember the last time she had touched a piano; it seemed like ages ago, back when she was a child.
She had just arrived at Cheney Residence, and her first impression upon seeing the piano was "Wow, so beautiful, I love it, I want to learn."
