"Ding—"
Jiang Chen's slender fingers gently struck down, and the piano emitted a crisp and ethereal sound.
This sound, at first, seemed unremarkable.
But as Jiang Chen's fingers danced, the melody slowly changed, and people's expressions suddenly became serene.
Unconsciously, the sound traveled from their ears into their very souls.
Sometimes, the music was like a gentle breeze, brushing across their hearts, making them feel blissfully cradled in a warm embrace.
Sometimes, it was like light rain, nourishing their souls and quietly erasing all negative emotions as they were absorbed into the tranquility.
No matter what their expressions had been before, at this moment, everyone was enraptured.
They closed their eyes and reveled in it.
It was as if their souls were dancing gracefully along with the rhythm.
Even Gong Yue and Xu Zhiyan, who disliked Jiang Chen, were similarly spellbound, unable to extricate themselves!
