Uncle Rong smiled and said, "Take a look, this piano has a beautiful hue, doesn't it? The young master spent quite a bit to acquire it, back then famous pianist..."
"Uncle Rong!" A low rebuke interrupted Uncle Rong.
Lu Jihan walked over, lowered his eyes, and looked at Song Yinyin: "Would you like to try the sound?"
Song Yinyin returned to her senses and stepped forward to the piano.
Outside the window, the morning light streamed in obliquely through the sheer curtains, reflecting dazzling brilliance on the smooth piano lid, as if giving life to the piano, compelling Song Yinyin to extend her hands...
A series of crisp, clean notes fell, and the piano sound was as gentle as winter sunlight, warmly and calmly emerging, bright and soothing.
Upon hearing it, Song Yinyin's eyes brightened.
Even Song Dabai couldn't help exclaiming in amazement, "Wow! The sound is so beautiful!"
