Yang Luo looked curious, not knowing what the woman wanted to do.
Soon, Su Wanqiu walked to the piano and sat down.
Then, she began to play the piano.
The woman's slender fingers slid across the piano keys, and the beautiful sound of the piano sounded.
The sound of the piano was sometimes mellow, sometimes melodious, and sometimes surging. Accompanied by the pleasant river scenery, Yang Luo felt fascinated and intoxicated.
Moreover, for some reason, Yang Luo actually heard a trace of sadness and sorrow from the sound of the piano.
He could tell that there was something on the woman's mind.
The moonlight shone down on the woman's graceful figure and her beautiful face emitted a lustrous luster.
Meanwhile, the night breeze lifted the woman's hair. She looked unbelievably beautiful at this moment.
Not only was this woman's appearance and figure top-notch, but she was also intellectual, elegant, calm, and generous.
