Bab 116: 116 TO: My Xixi

On the score, a staff drawn with a fountain pen.

At the very top, a line of beautiful handwriting.

The characters were just like her, bold and unrestrained—

TO: My Xixi

Below was a line of cursive English:

"start all over again (Starting from Scratch)"

Clutching that thin sheet of staff paper, Chu Nanxi's fingers felt incredibly heavy.

He'd actually composed a song for her?

Raising her fingers, she gently placed the music score on the piano.

For a moment, she clenched her teeth, lifted her hand, and forcefully threw the score away.

As if to vent some emotion, she swung her arms forcefully, sweeping all the scores from the piano to the floor in one go.

"Who asked you to write a song for me?"

"Who needs it!"

...

The sheets of manuscript fluttered down, scattering across the floor.

The girl squatted down, hugged her knees, buried her face in her knees, her long hair sliding down to cover her face, and her scar as well.

...

...

The sun slanted westward.