Seeing how out of breath Song Yinyin was getting, Lu Jihan couldn't help but chuckle. "You don't need to worry about these things. All you have to do is relax and focus on taking care of the baby."
Song Yinyin nodded, then suddenly thought of something. "Oh right, after I left your office yesterday I went to the Grand Theatre, and I discovered something really bizarre."
"What is it?"
He wrapped one arm around Song Yinyin's slim waist, and with the other hand gently stroked her cheek, his fingertips looping through her hair, idly drawing circles.
Song Yinyin pressed her lips together and told Lu Jihan about seeing Chi Wen playing the piano in the old practice room earlier that day.
"I don't even know why, but the moment I saw Chi Wen playing, I couldn't help thinking of Angie. Am I being paranoid? I keep feeling that the way Chi Wen plays…the technique is exactly the same as Angie's…"
