At this moment, the woman in white on the painting had already turned her head, but her face was very blurry and indistinct.
If it hadn't been for the sight of her turning before, that chilling feeling in your heart might have been reduced a great deal.
You remembered that before the strange occurrence took place, it was triggered by the sound from the piano, so you walked slowly toward the white grand piano with Ruan Yuling.
Standing in front of the piano, you asked Ruan Yuling next to you, "Sister Ling, can you play the piano?"
"I can a little, I took lessons with a teacher before."
You thought for a bit then said, "If I hum the tune, can you play it by ear?"
"I can give it a try."
"Good."
Ruan Yuling was not faint-hearted either. If it had been another woman, she would probably have had weak legs from fear by now and certainly wouldn't have pulled off the dust cover from the piano stool to sit down, placing her slender, onion-shaped fingers on the black and white keys.