But even so, she was able to be so close to him on such a quiet afternoon, albeit briefly, but it still made him feel as if he had experienced the presence of heaven.
The sound of her playing the piano still echoed in his ears, drawing an involuntary smile from Li Qingshen's lips.
In fact, when she was saying those words earlier, he wanted to reply, to tell her that no matter what she did, he wouldn't be angry.
The following time quietly flowed by.
Li Qingshen appeared to be in an exceptionally good mood because of Ling Momo's proximity, and in the end, he actually fell asleep.
When he woke up, it was the time of the sunset.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw Ling Momo still seriously pressing the piano keys, yet the moment he turned his head, he clearly caught a glance of her careful observation from the corner of his eye.
Li Qingshen suddenly realized, fixing his gaze on the teapot that had been kept warm on the table.
