It was a reflection of myself from a few years ago.
Near the windowsill, there was an easel, and on the stand, an unfinished painting of my own...
And a piano...
Worried that the piano would gather dust, Zhang Lin thoughtfully covered it with a layer of white cloth.
An Ge curled her lips into a smile and reached out her small hand to uncover the cloth.
Her gaze fell on the piano before her, and An Ge's eyes fluttered slightly.
Bo Liang smoothly positioned himself behind An Ge, wrapping his arms around the woman in front of him.
"Welcome home, An'an..."
Listening to Bo Liang's deep voice, An Ge lightly pursed her lips.
"Back then... why did you name me An Ge?"
"Because in my mind... you're like a song... gentle and melodious."
An Ge: "..."
An Ge's eyes fluttered slightly, wondering if Bo Liang was whispering sweet nothings to her.
An Ge gave a silent laugh.
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