They face each other...
That instantaneous gaze of eternal injury was like harshly scattering salt on her already painful wounds. Her heart clenched, yet she managed to hold back her tears and kept smiling at him.
"Lu Zhanbei, you... you're back too?"
He didn't respond, but calmly came closer. With slender fingertips, he gently caressed the surface of the cello case. "Do you want to hear me play the cello?"
"..."
She kept silent, but he continued, "You can choose any piece you want, as long as I know how to play it. But, if you don't choose, I'll play my favorite piece for you. Do you want that?"
Yes, of course, she did!
Her heart had repeated the answer countless times, but her throat was choked with unshed tears and she couldn't utter a single word...
As if he didn't expect her to respond, the man's cold fingertips fluttered, directly opening the cello case. Pulling out the cello he had given her, he quietly sat down across from her.
