Sheng Qianxia's body slipped off the black and white piano keys.
She fell to the floor, tightly hugging her disheveled self, and suddenly covered her face to cry.
Cheques were scattered on the floor, like objects of loss that had been abandoned, waiting for someone to pick them up.
Even if that person didn't want her, she still had to cherish herself.
Even if that person didn't want them, she still needed them.
This was the money she needed.
The money she needed to buy a piano for Qingxue.
After all, she had earned two hundred thousand just by singing one song. Shouldn't she feel happy?
She had finally made some money.
But why did she still feel so sad, so heartbroken that the tears seemed unable to stop at all?
She picked up the cheques from the floor, tears streaming down like crazy, as if they could never be held back again.
From her initial sobbing to her eventual loud weeping,
the cheque she was clutching was soaked with her tears, yet her crying just wouldn't cease.
