Chapter 28: When the Music Lingers
The soft echo of the piano still lingered in the air, fading like a warm breeze at sunset.
Lin Feng leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching Jiang Yue’er as her fingers hovered over the final key, like she didn’t want the moment to end.
For a second, the girl in front of him wasn’t the proud, untouchable beauty who turned down confessions like it was a sport. She just looked... tired. Beautiful, but tired. Like someone carrying a weight no one had bothered to ask about.
He took a step closer. "Not bad. If depression ever becomes an Olympic sport, you’ve got gold in the bag."
Jiang Yue’er blinked—then gave a short laugh she clearly didn’t expect. "You’re such a jerk."
"Yeah, but I’m a charming one," Lin Feng said, pulling out the chair beside her. He spun it backwards and rested his arms on the backrest. "Seriously though. That piece wasn’t just music—it was a story."
Her lips tightened. "It’s an old one. I wrote it for someone who left."
[System: Host, should I generate a tragic backstory now? I can throw in orphans, rain, and maybe a broken vending machine for maximum sadness.]
Lin Feng rolled his eyes slightly but didn’t say anything back. His gaze stayed on her.
"You still care about them?" he asked quietly.
"I don’t know." She looked down at her hands. "I guess it’s just... when people leave, the music stays."