I covered my mouth and exclaimed in admiration. I walked around the piano, examining it in amazement. This piano satisfied every romantic fantasy I had about music in my teenage years.
Since I was little, I loved sitting next to Dongyu whenever he practiced on the piano. I'd become besotted with watching him play a monotonous piece of music over and over again.
But I had never thought it monotonous to watch him practice.
I loved how his hands interacted with the piano keys. His fingers were long and slender, and his fingertips were like porcelain. They complemented the black and white keys and were absolutely beautiful.
Every afternoon, the sunlight would stream through the window and fall on his handsome side profile. It was quiet and perfect.
I wasn't born to love the piano. My obsession and love for it stemmed from my infatuation with him.
