For some reason, looking at Xia Wanyuan's gentle frown, Yu Qian was actually a little unhappy. He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Play the piano with me."
"What piano?"
Yu Qian turned around and gestured for his subordinate to move the piano to the deck.
He rolled up his sleeves and sat in front of the piano. With a slight movement of his fingertips, gentle music poured out of the piano.
At this moment, the sky was already dark. On the endless sea, there was only a ship with a dim light driving. The melodious piano music echoed in the world, making it inexplicably mysterious.
Unlike Yu Qian's expression and temperament when he played the piano, the piano music under his fingertips was cheerful and leisurely. In a daze, the darkness and waves that filled the sky seemed to have become a beach under the blue sky. Seagulls flew past not far away.
