[You are Lin Nuanxi? I ​​heard Mi'er talk about you.] Wen Qiang's smile is exactly the same as Murong Qiangwei.

The light and thrilling scenes of Beitang Yaori just now echoed in his head. Lin Nuanxi's mood was still unable to emerge from the huge depression and pain.

[Ms. Wen, please have tea.] But she still understands the minimum hospitality method.

[Nuanxi.]

Lin Nuanxi was slightly stunned. The way she called her name was very familiar with her.

[I don't mind if I call you like that.]

[ Won't.]

[Haha, a very beautiful voice, you must be a very gentle and sunny girl.] Wen Qiang knows this woman too much, and even if she can't see anything now, she can still feel Lin Nuanxi's shock.

[Ms. Wen, do you take the liberty to mind me asking about your eyes?] Like, no matter how you speak or speak, you are too much like Murong Qiangwei.

Lin Nuanxi had to doubt it, but she knew very well that Murong Qiangwei had returned her heart. However, the woman in front of her who was exactly the same as Murong Qiangwei was too similar to Murong Qiangwei!

Wen Qiang's face always had a faint smile, delicate like a beautiful blooming rose.

[I ruined these eyes.]

It's so good, self-destructive! Lin Nuanxi really couldn't understand her self-harm behavior.

[It is said that music is the key to spiritual communication. Don’t mind if I play a song for you?]

Lin Nuanxi was stunned for a moment, then nodded. Carefully supported Wen Qiang to the black grand piano placed in a corner of the living room, and Lin Nuanxi helped her sit down.

Wen Qiang opened the cover of the piano and stroked the gorgeous piano keys with his slender fingers.

The lively notes poured out from her magical fingers like flowing water, surrounding the entire living room.

The beautiful song, but it makes Lin Nuanxi's expression stiff. The name of this piano piece is-

——Murong Qiangwei: Hiroshi? Nuanxi, is this CD yours?

——Lin Nuanxi: Yes.

——Murong Qiangwei: Hehe, it turns out that you like the piano music of Joe Hashi.

——Lin Nuanxi: I often listen to it when I draw. The songs of Hirashi Ryo are very relieved and very calm.

——Murong Qiangwei: Should I learn piano? Let me teach you, Nuanxi, which piano piece do you like most from Jushi Ryo?

——Lin Nuanxi: City of the Sky.

The beautiful rhythm that makes people cry but has not been removed, the touching music can only be played with Murong Qiangwei's hands.

The familiar light music surrounding her ears made Lin Nuanxi stand in shock, and her vision could not be diverted from her for a long time.

Under the sunshine, roses are intoxicated by the beautiful music of the piano.

It is impossible, Qiangwei is dead, she has given her heart. But is the girl in front of her fantasy or real? It is impossible for her body to look so similar to Murong Qiangwei, it is impossible!

The moving melody that penetrates people's hearts blows into the guest rooms on the second floor with the breeze.

Jiang Mi'er listened to the pleasant sound of the piano and her pink lips curled slightly.

[Yaori, I was surprised when I saw Qiangwei at the Jiang family.] Jiang Mier walked to Yaori in Beitang and looked at him: [She was not dead, and she ruined her eyes in order to seek your forgiveness. You have been looking for her for the past few years. Now, she appears in front of you, why are you unmoved?]

The answer is already clear in Jiang Mier's mind.
Chapter completed!