He had dinner, took a bath, read a book, and the piano music still continued.
In the house opposite—
Chen Fen came up holding a glass of milk.
"Madam, you've been playing for a long time, take a break."
Nangong Ruyue did not answer, but insisted on finishing the piece before stopping.
She turned slightly, took the milk Chen Fen handed over, and drank it unhurriedly.
Chen Fen helped her close the piano lid and then pulled the white cloth over it.
After drinking the milk, Nangong Ruyue held her belly and got up, slowly walking to the window.
She opened the curtain a small crack and looked at the window on the second floor opposite.
Xiao Zexin's bedroom was still lit, but she didn't know what he was doing now.
Nangong Ruyue stood for a long time, until her body grew tired, and then she turned to rest.
Meanwhile, Xiao Zexin lay on his bed, and in the absence of piano music, his mind also lost control.
However, he was already used to it, he knew it was not real.
