He spoke up, his voice low and somewhat subdued due to illness and emotional fluctuations, echoing softly in the resonant bathroom, "Do you, play the piano?"
He had never seen Jian Anning play the piano before; he only saw how she maintained it. Since he hadn't seen her play, he rashly assumed—she definitely couldn't play the piano.
But now that he thought about it, how could someone who knew how to tune a piano not know how to play it?
Although, even if she could play, the odds of her being the girl he had met were probably one in three billion. He also knew that the probability of finding that girl again in this lifetime was almost zero. Moreover, even if he did find her, times change, and landscapes transform—after ten years, who could say if she would still have that same spirit and clarity from before?
But if Jian Anning could play the piano, at the very least... she would be that much closer to the girl in his heart.
