Clang...
"The light of the world comes from far away, the light of the sun is like the moon, O Dream, when will you return to my heart… The sky is no longer blue, the clouds are like grey granite…"
The melody of a stage piano wafted over from the performer nearby.
Garen stood in front of the window, dressed in white casual clothes, playing with a pebble that looked like red jade in his hand.
This was the First Princess’ vacation palace, the room he was in had rows of black bookshelves, a soft medium-sized bed, and a short coffee table to greet guests. It felt like a bedroom, a study, and even more like a living room.
The room was very large, and there was a black stage piano with gold etchings at the empty space on the right, it was an instrument like a piano. The performer was a pretty, cute young blonde girl, her long curly hair falling over her shoulder, singing softly but emotionally.