Zhuang Yunge made a gesture, and the piano on the stage was already ready.
Seeing Ji Hanyu walking straight to the center of the stage, Zhuang Yunge followed him up.
"Mr. Ji, what piece do you plan to play?" Zhuang Yunge asked considerately.
Ji Hanyu remained silent as he walked to the piano and sat down. Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhuang Yunge stepped back.
When Ji Hanyu's long, elegant fingers rested on the piano, his thin lips lightly parted.
The beautiful piano notes and his deep, magnetic voice filled the quiet hall.
[Beside the ear, your whispers and murmurs still linger; on the fingertips, your care and longing remain; between the lips, your tenderness and passion stay.
Sweet memories, trickle into the heart bit by bit...
How can I forget our beautiful first encounter in the afternoon, as if waiting silently for a thousand years.
How can I forget our companionship in the rain, with the drizzling rain locking in our love.
