My right hand was suddenly gripped tightly, and Fu Hengyi's deep and magnetic voice whispered in my ear, "You are my treasure too, I thank the heavens for letting me meet you."
Shen Qinglan's cool face blushed slightly, feeling the warmth emanating from her right hand, her beautiful eyes revealed a touch of warmth as she slowly but firmly reciprocated Fu Hengyi's grip.
As the concert ended, some people left, while others stayed behind to exchange pleasantries with Chu Yunrong. Most praised Shen Xitong for her excellent piano playing, saying she reminded them of Chu Yunrong at her prime, and how well Chu Yunrong had taught her daughter—indeed, the pupil had surpassed the master.
Shen Xitong stood beside Chu Yunrong, her smile warm and proper. Shen Qian stood beside them, the three of them creating a picture-perfect and heartwarming scene.
"Lanlan, let's go," Shen Junyu approached.
Shen Qinglan: "Don't you think this scene looks good?"
