"In your room at home, the piano is still there, it's the one you used to play. Although you haven't been home for many years, Mom and Dad couldn't bear to throw it away, they've been waiting for you to return. There are still many of your artworks at home. Once, someone offered a high price to buy them from Mom and Dad, but they couldn't bear to sell them..."
After saying this, Gu Cheng extended his large hand to hold An Ge's right hand.
"Do you still remember... your right hand was famously nimble..."
After these words, Gu Cheng noticed a scar on An Ge's right wrist, and his expression changed slightly.
Her wrist used to be smooth and flawless.
Why... is there a scar now?
Gu Cheng's expression grew somewhat grim... His sharp gaze then swept towards Bo Liang, clearly implying blame.
Bo Liang pursed his thin lips but did not avoid Gu Cheng's eyes.
He felt responsible for every scar on An Ge's body.
