Song Yan Ning glanced at the keyboard, thought for a moment, and her fingers gently touched the black and white keys. Then, a sequence of melodious music flowed out.
Except for Qin Yushen, everyone present widened their eyes in disbelief, staring at Song Yan Ning in surprise. Wasn't she supposed not to know how to play the piano? Yet, her piano playing was clearly more melodious than Song Yanxue's.
The piano sound was flowing and lively, touching everyone's hearts like strands of silk. It transported them into a wonderful musical world, at times like the initial rising of the moon, filled with hope yet obscured by passing clouds, casting shadows all around, evoking a sense of sorrow; at times it became gentle and warm, like reminiscing about sweet dreams of the past or envisioning future blueprints.
