Chapter 73: Piano Music

• When my fingers leaped over the keys, my pathetic voice echoed in my head, “I love him, because he is the man who I can love.”
• After two years, I came back. It was impossible to deny that I didn’t want to see him.
• But I didn’t tend to reverse anything, nor say “I love you!” to him. If it was possible, I only wanted to glance at him and see the color of his shirt. If it was creamy white, I would smile at him calmly.