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... ing, Yang Qing's slender fingers slid across the keys, and the melodious and melodious sound of the piano lingered.
It's like a mountain stream flowing quietly, like migratory birds hovering in the sky.
A kind of power that touches the heartstrings diffuses with the sound of the piano.
For a moment, Wang Ying's eyes were blurred, and her emotions were instantly pulled into the slightly sentimental sound of the piano.
Lin Xiuyue in the background also widened h ...
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