After sending Second Uncle and his party away,
Tang Qing had the fighter take Wang Yan and the others back home.
Returning to the villa.
The villa had been lively for several days, but now that it had returned to its usual tranquility, Tang Qing always felt as if something was missing, feeling somewhat desolate, especially with the rain outside growing heavier, a sense of desolation emerging from the bottom of his heart.
At that time,
a gentle body pressed against Tang Qing from behind.
Lin Jiaxue wrapped her arms around Tang Qing from the back, and he caught her hands, gently rubbing them. Seeing Tang Qing's low spirits, Lin Jiaxue could only offer comfort to her man this way, telling him she was still there...
A moment later.
"Jiaxue," Tang Qing whispered.
"Hm?"
"Let's go play the piano."
"Okay."
