Li Qingshen had finished playing and continued to play it twice more. After a total of three times, he walked over to Ling Momo, untied the scarf on her head, pointed at the piano, and said, "Play as much of the music I just played for you as you can remember."
Ling Momo stood still. He had played a piece of music and expected her to play it back after only listening to it?
Although he had played it three times, by now, she had almost completely forgotten it!
Did he think she was Zhou Jielun? Could she casually discern how a particular instrument was played in a piece of mixed music just with her ears?
Li Qingshen picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and, noticing the absence of sound, turned around only to find that Ling Momo was still standing there, her brow gradually furrowing, her tone somewhat cold, "What's wrong?"
Hearing the chill in Li Qingshen's voice, Ling Momo gave Li Qingshen a sweet smile and spoke in a soft tone, "Teacher, it's nothing."
