"Dream Wedding? Isn’t that piece also pretty common?" Ling Chuxia said, and suddenly gave Shi Che a flirtatious wink, "But this piece is quite straightforward, Shi Che, I really didn’t see it coming. You, such a seemingly reserved young master, express your feelings in such a direct way."
Shi Che was still looking at her, his gaze burning bright, "If you like soone, why beat around the bush? Plus, even if this piece is common, I would only play it for the person I love."
Even if it was common, he would only play it for the person he loved, which ant it was unique.
Ling Chuxia had truly not anticipated that Shi Che, who was so inwardly passionate, could actually be so romantic. She couldn’t help but tease him for a few more words. Later, he said he needed to practice, and then he began to play Dream Wedding. That afternoon, the beautiful lody kept echoing in her ears, over and over.
Now, as the familiar lody sounded once more, Ling Chuxia’s heart couldn’t stop pounding. Why was Shi Che playing this piece? Hadn’t he said that he would only play this piece for the person he loved?
But why... wasn’t the person he loved not here? Or perhaps, was he just playing it casually, without any special aning?
Ling Chuxia gazed over, her eyes eting his at the exact mont.
The dark brown of his eyes was as deep as a pool, shimring with sothing, as if many emotions were surging towards her. Ling Chuxia’s breath nearly stopped in that mont.
Shi Che’s fingers were skilled and fluid as they played, but his heart sank bit by bit. Today, everything was supposed to happen on that day when he had planned to take her out for dinner and confess his feelings.
But now, his affections had turned into words he couldn’t express. He could only confess silently through the sound of the piano.
Chuxia, I love you.
Even if you don’t love , I still love you very much.
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Leaving the restaurant, Ling Chuxia’s heart took a long ti to calm down, the lody of that piece still echoing in her ears, rippling in her chest.
Since the restaurant wasn’t far from the hotel, Shi Che didn’t call for a driver and both walked back along the road.
In the night, the cool breeze blew, and Ling Chuxia, wearing only a thin blouse, couldn’t help but shrink her shoulders and wrap her arms around herself.
Shi Che noticed, imdiately took off his suit jacket, pulled her in front of him, his hands wrapping around her back, and draped the jacket over her body.
His coat still carried Shi Che’s warmth, comforting, draped over her, warming her to the core. Ling Chuxia slightly raised her head, looking at Shi Che standing before her, his handso face, gentle eyes reflecting a tiny her. Her heart throbbed fiercely once again.
She really wanted to ask, if the piece he had played tonight really represented what he had once said it ant.
If so, then why did he play it for her?
She wasn’t... the one he loved, was she?
Or... did he once again see her as an elder sister? Was it an involuntary piece played?
Ling Chuxia’s mind beca a ss again, wanting to ask but not daring to, until the two of them unknowingly reached the hotel entrance. Shi Che was about to go up, and she needed to go ho.
Perhaps because everything tonight seed so dreamy and wonderful, the two stood at the hotel entrance, neither of them speaking up to leave.
Until Ling Chuxia’s phone suddenly rang, jolting her back to reality.
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