He sat down beside the piano and slowly placed his fingers on the keys. Then, he softly began to play.
The gentle music reverberated throughout the room. The man sitting at the piano was handsome and charming. The sunlight hit the side of his face and body. In the warm light, he was as beautiful as a painting.
Is this how all fairytale Prince Charmings are like?
The music stopped abruptly.
When Jiang Xingyi turned to Jiang Yu, she raised her head.
She put down the pen in her hand, placed the paper on the table, and commented, "It's pretty good."
"But I have no inspiration for the rest of the song, so I just left it and didn't finish it."
"You'll finish it."
Jiang Xingyi thought that Jiang Yu was encouraging him, "Of course, your brother is an original singer. I have to write several songs a year."
Jiang Yu did not say anything else.
