C519 I Want to Hear You Play the Piano

The sun was high in the sky, and the autumn sun was rarely gentle. As the gentle breeze blew, it was neither hot nor warm. It was like a pot of wine that had just been brewed in winter.

Luo Zheping had been back for several days now, either to keep her busy or to keep her aunt company. Aunt Luo was in a much better mood, probably because he was there to keep her company when he returned