C55 A Clear Day and a Flat Thunderbolt

It was night. The silence was as tranquil as the night sky.

After Qiao Anran came home from work, she took a shower and threw all the fatigue of the day to the back of her mind. She sat in front of the piano with a slight smirk on her face.

This was the last thing her mother had left her, everything else was taken by Lin Yi.

She gently caressed the piano