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By the time Tong Ran woke up, it was already half past seven in the evening.

After washing, she went downstairs, and only the servants were busy cleaning in the huge living room, and she swept around, but she didn't find Mo Nanjue's figure.

"Miss Tong, you're awake," Steward Zhou came out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of soup in his hand, "This is the cordyceps soup ordered by the young master, you drink it, and you can eat in a while." ”

"Thank you. ”

Tong Ran took the soup, her eyes were still turning, and she was just about to speak, but Steward Zhou saw through what she wanted to say, "Miss Tong, the young master said that he would come back later." ”

Tong Ran nodded, thinking that Mo Nanjue would eat something when he came back at night, and he rarely ate outside, so he said, "Steward Zhou, I'm not too hungry now, when Mo Nanjue comes back, I'll eat with him, and you can prepare twice." ”

"It's good. Steward Zhou saw that she wanted to wait for Mo Nanjue to dine together, so he retreated.

After drinking the soup, Tong Ran walked over to the pure black Steinway & Sons piano and sat down.

Under the orange-yellow light, the woman's left hand, which rested on the black and white keys, was long, thin, slender and fair, and the skin was almost transparent enough to see the subtle red blood.

This is a very beautiful hand.

Perfect for playing the piano.

Tong Ran tilted his head slightly, staring at his hand carefully.

Once, she was proud of her hand.

Once, she used these hands to play the most beautiful music in her heart.

Once......

There have been countless ...... But that's just the past.

Tong Ran tried to play with his left hand, and both hands were ready...... However, no matter how hard she tried, the left hand that had been abolished just couldn't exert her strength.

She is not the kind of person who deceives herself, she tells herself again and again, Tong Ran, your left hand is useless, and you can no longer play the piano.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in my heart-

[Tong Ran, do you regret using your own hand to block the DevilsKiss that Mo Nanjue stabbed at you?]

[Don't you really regret it? This is not only your own left hand, but also the foundation of your dreams. 】

[If you could turn back time, you knew that the left hand of the Dao would be abolished, would you still be so resolute to block that needle?]

Countless times, this voice sounded countless times, pestering her, asking her, over and over again......

However, from the beginning to the end, there was only one answer in her heart.

No regrets.

She never regretted using her left hand to exchange his life......

How could she regret it?!

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"DevlisKiss, the latest virus at the moment, is unpredictable in its virulence. ”

"The time of the attack is uncertain, a cycle of six months to three years, and without antibodies, you will never be able to quit drugs. ”

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Chen An's words came to mind.

He was injected to save her......

If she could, she would really rather disuse her own hands, or simply exchange her life for the poison in his body......

Tong Ran lowered her head, her hair hung down to cover her little face, she stared at the keys that had jumped on her fingertips, and her heart was uncomfortable.

Despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but shed a few tears.

The pain of never being able to touch your dreams again will not be understood unless you experience it yourself.

When Monan Jue walked in from the door, he saw this scene.

She hung her head, her back was slender and fragile, trembling and trembling, as if she was crying.

What kind of wind is this woman smoking?

The man didn't even change his shoes, he walked over directly, "Why are you sitting here alone crying?"

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