The dragging notes brought a piercing sound, Mo Nanjue's right hand trembled, his fingertips numbed, he desperately clenched his fist then withdrew his hand.
Suddenly, thunderous applause erupted from below.
Mo Nanjue stood up, his eyes faint, he raised his hand to support the piano cover, stubbornly endured and then turned step by step walking over.
Tong Ran lifted her head, "What's wrong?"
"It's been a long time since I played, a bit rusty," Mo Nanjue sat beside her, he stretched his left arm to wrap around her shoulder, while his right hand kept hanging at his side, "Do you want to give it a try?"
"With you, it's enough," Tong Ran reached to hold his hand, "Be my left hand."
The man leaned over and gently kissed her forehead, Tong Ran held his head down, "Just now the baby kicked me."
"Really?" Mo Nanjue raised his head upon hearing this, somewhat at a loss, "Is it time?"
Aw—
Tong Ran laughed out loud, lightly hit his shoulder, "It's just fetal movement!"
