Gu Yuluo finished speaking and glanced up at Gu Zhiqi, indeed catching a glimpse of the faint shimmer in the depths of her eyes.
The corners of her mouth tipped up slightly, she lowered her head and continued operating on her phone, when suddenly, as if thinking of something, Gu Yuluo stopped the transfer in progress, "However, this money isn't a gift; there's a condition."
Gu Zhiqi: ???
The shimmer in her eyes vanished instantly.
Leaning languidly against the wall with a face full of indolence, she asked, "What condition?"
"Play a piano piece," Gu Yuluo said, her lips curving into a smile as she looked at Gu Zhiqi.
Upon hearing this, Gu Zhiqi's eyes paused briefly, her raven-like eyelashes trembling slightly.
Then, lazily drooping her eyelids, the listlessness in her expression became even more apparent. "I won't play."
