The sound of the piano didn't sound like any popular melody or song.
Occasionally, it would flip, fly, and fall. The melody that spun and danced was so pleasant that Murong Qiao felt her ears itch after hearing it for a while.
There was no description, but it sounded good.
Through the glass on the door, Murong Qiao could only see the boy sitting in front of the piano with his back facing her.
It seemed that he was also one of the contestants this time?
A guess appeared in Murong Qiao's heart. Then, she wondered if she should wait for the other party to finish playing this song and ask for his name to remember.
However, the phone in her pocket vibrated at an inappropriate time, dispelling the thought that had just arisen in Murong Qiao's mind.
Murong Qiao couldn't disturb the boy from playing the piano, so she only picked up the call after walking a distance.