Jiang Ruofu's fingertips rang, the waves turned, the hibiscus waves rolled, the east wind was just quiet, and the bead curtain was blown down by the wind and scattered straight down.

The willow branches that were blown by the wind flowed along the water.

The slender and long sound of the piano surged, replacing the long period of turbulence and ups and downs.

The sound is so smooth that you don't think she's playing this piece for the first time.

Jiang Ruofu's slender fingers were about to shake the strings, and the people present followed

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