Not far away, the violinist had left the stage.
In the dining room, besides Gu Qingcheng, there was another noble-looking man.
A pair of slender fingers gently stroked the keys of the piano, producing a series of sharp and ear-piercing sounds.
The next moment, this pair of beautiful hands placed themselves on the black and white keys. They gently raised their fingertips and lowered them, and began to play.
If it was said that the previous zither sounded messy, the current zither was clear and gentle. The notes flowed gently like a clear spring, extremely pleasant to the ears.
Gu Qingcheng looked at the tall, elegant man sitting in front of the piano.
Her heart thumped in her chest.
Intense emotions crashed over her, making her gasp with every shocking wave.
She could not control her emotions and could only look at him.