His empty eyes shone then. He hurried towards her, looking delighted and surprised. "It's you?"
Ji Weixi smiled faintly—she still had the vague sense that she knew him before. "So, you're a pianist."
No wonder his fingers looked so beautiful… so refined.
"That is but a title," he smiled humbly, before adding worriedly, "but are you alright? How have you been?"
Ji Weixi was surprised that he still remembered that incident. Having lived in her own world, she grew to believe that pianists were out of touch from the common people and extremely arrogant.
And yet this man was so caring.
She shook her head then. "I'm fine, thank you."
Then, after a pause, she asked hesitantly, "Are… are you alright?"
Briefly taken aback, the man smiled again. "Not dying yet."
For some reason, Ji Weixi felt extraordinarily sad upon hearing the very word 'dying'.
