Playing just like Liu Yue, Lu Zhizhou firmly believed that Lu Qingyi was undoubtedly Liu Yue.
Lu Qingyi didn't respond, her fingers rapidly dancing on the piano keys, eyes half-closed, as if she was immersed in her own world.
Jiang He felt his fingertips tremble, his lips slightly quivering.
Liu Yue.
This was Liu Yue.
The Liu Yue he had envisioned all along was just a young girl in her twenties.
Enough to shock many people.
As the tune finished, Lu Qingyi opened her eyes.
"Qingyi, so you were Liu Yue all along."
Lu Zhizhou walked over to Lu Qingyi, speaking gently, her eyes filled with a smile.
"Yes."
Lu Qingyi nodded, hands stuffed in her trouser pockets, her expression slightly cold.
"The blue comes out of the indigo, but surpasses the indigo."
Jian He's eyes sparked with emotion as he looked at Lu Qingyi.
Liu Yue.
He finally met her in person.
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Stepping out of Jiang He's house, Lu Qingyi wore a nonchalant expression.
