C92 I Misjudged You

Qian Hsing was secretly satisfied, but he shook his head on the surface. He could not disguise his appearance and let his fingers cross the keyboard. A deep melody started playing. It was a faint melancholy. The gentle and graceful main tune started to play, telling the story that no one knew about.

Qian Hsing did not finish playing the whole song. He just started and stood up