The man in front of her was holding a violin. Shen Lan noticed, under Cheng Yanqing's gesture, he slowly began to play.
It was Butterfly Lovers.
Shen Lan was surprised that this man could play Butterfly Lovers so beautifully on the violin. But what surprised her even more was that Cheng Yanqing knew her taste in music.
"Shen Lan, you've seen my grandmother's disdain for me. I'm not a very decisive person. But... I want to be with you. Can you come back and help me? You've rejected Liu Yiyi, you handled it well. As for the past tenderness... Either way, Shen Lan, I need you to help me deal with all the rotten peaches around me. Can you come back?" Cheng Yanqing held her hand under the music, making his stance clear.
He said this with a calm expression.
The most important thing was that his big hand was covering hers, and his palm was warm.
And in Cheng Yanqing's eyes, there was a gentleness.
