The sound falls and the string stops.
Luo Qingchen was surrounded by colorful butterflies. Sometimes they landed on the strings of her piano, and sometimes they landed on her three thousand blue hairs.
Everyone was amazed. They had never seen such a scene in their lives.
"This is simply a fairyland. The second young lady of the Luo family is really amazing..."
"No wonder he became such a favorite of His Highness the Crown Prince. It is simply a match made in heaven."
"I've met the eldest lady of the Luo family several times, and I heard that she really doesn't understand the music. I'm afraid she is really her sister."
"What are you afraid of? I guarantee with my head that this is definitely her sister."
…
Rong Muling, who was sitting between the seats, looked at Luo Qingchen with a calm expression in shock. Countless butterflies were flying around her, and the fragrance of flowers in the air became even stronger.
She just sat there casually, receiving the gazes of countless people, so radiant.
He had never felt that she was so dazzling before, but today he felt that she was so dazzling that people couldn't bear to look away.
At that time, he always believed that the most special person in the world was Lan Lingqian. From the first day he met her, he felt that she was different from other women.
There is a little bit of strength in her, and she is more domineering than the usual soft and weak woman.
But now, when he saw Luo Qingchen's actions, he suddenly realized that the aura she exuded would probably never be matched by Lan Lingqian.
Maybe it's the aura she exudes, maybe it's...
The man stood silently behind him from beginning to end, his eyes filled with tenderness and doting.
Rong Muling felt her heart thumping, sinking, sinking, into the endless abyss.
It was like the song she sang, like she had a dream and fell off the cliff after waking up without a trace.
He knew that this tune would be the last one she would sing to him. Farewell from now on, heaven and earth are both wide.
But in my heart, there was an indescribable feeling.
He sighed softly and murmured: "So you play the piano so well."
"Is this... is this Qingchen?" After hearing his son's words, Rong Sen said in disbelief: "It doesn't seem like it."
"It's her..." He took a deep breath and laughed at himself: "Maybe she was injured too much and changed!"
Become calm and indifferent, become radiant, become... don't love him anymore.
At this moment, there was a trace of luck in his heart.
If, if all this could happen again, if they could still say a few words face to face.
Maybe he would tell her everything he was thinking at this moment.
But he didn't know if he would have such a chance.
"You... you..." Lan Lingqian's face became paler and her eyes widened with disbelief.
She knew that Luo Qingchen didn't know music. In the past, it was because she didn't know music that she could only stand aside in embarrassment when watching her play pipa music for Rong Muling.
Now, this kind of music was played by her own hands.
"Then will you leave your life to me?" Luo Qingchen curled her lips and smiled, her eyes were cold, even with a little murderous intent.
For her, a large part of the original owner's misery was caused by Lan Lingqian.
If she hadn't framed her, it would have been fine even if she had lived a lonely life in Rong Mansion.
At least... she won't die. (To be continued)