Yu Zexiao gently bit her lips, only releasing her after a long time, his voice both indulgent and tinged with bitterness: "Anning, you're that girl, aren't you? I always thought that person was Nie Anni, but last time, when I heard her playing this piece, I realized I was wrong. I thought I would forever miss that girl. But I never expected... that girl is actually you!"
She bowed her head slightly, her eyelashes fluttered softly, and a tear welled up: "Aren't you going to Vienna? Why did you come back?"
Yu Zexiao's hand slid down gently, wrapping around her slender waist, and after a while, he said: "I left, but I came back again. I can't bear to be without you."
"You..." Jian Anning felt a mix of bitterness and sweetness because of his words. Suddenly, she extended her fist and softly hit his shoulder, her voice tinged with a sob: "You still say that! Then why did you treat me like that before? If others saw those things, how could I face people!"
