in the duan family's study.
when the two of them arrived at the study, duan linbai had to operate the computer, so he had to let go.
the two of them awkwardly wiped away the sweat on their palms.
xu jiamu looked around the study room. the back of her hand that he'd just held seemed to still be warm, and she rubbed it with her fingers.
there seemed to be an electric current running through the back of his hand, and it felt numb with just a touch.
thinking of the duan family's relatives, xu jiamu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
this family's characters were quite similar.
however, his study was not what she had imagined. there were piles of documents, many books on the shelves, and many words on the wall. the only one she knew was beethoven.
the decorations in the study were mostly related to musical instruments. on one side of the bookshelf, there was even a shelf full of trophies and medals, almost all of which had won music competitions.
