On the billboard at the bus stop, there was a large poster.
The woman on the poster sat in front of an expensive gleaming grand piano, her posture elegant, exuding charm.
—— Listen to the piano notes like the sounds of nature.
Internationally renowned pianist, Jiang Yun.
January 7, 2017, Yanchuan Grand Theater, first performance of the year.
Wonderful music, quietly awaits——
The four lines of text on the poster, for a moment, were particularly dazzling in the sunlight.
Fu Weiheng's gaze returned to that slender figure.
She sat quietly, her fingers that were originally against the car window button had at some point moved to her pant leg, tightly clutching the fabric.
Fu Weiheng silently turned back, looking towards the red light with fifteen seconds remaining, unconsciously tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
Clearly, he couldn't see her expression or read her emotions.
Yet his heart was pierced with pain by this silhouette of endurance.
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