Yu Zexiao frowned as well: "Anning, I need to practice. If you're not going to, could you please be a little quieter?"
"I..." Jian Anning never expected to be considered "noise" one day. Of course, she couldn't just leave. Jian Anning steadied herself, sat next to him, and really started practicing the piano piece with him.
Yu Zexiao, a few years later, was very different from before. When he worked, he was particularly focused and charming. Especially now, when he was playing a new song he had composed himself.
Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling window, casting a golden edge around him. Yu Zexiao's once overly handsome face, now seasoned by time, had fermented into an extraordinarily captivating charm. She knew he was attractive, but would he, like other men, become disdainful and eventually cheat once he achieved success and fame?
