"Miss Meifeng... Have you ever felt desperation?" Yuan suddenly asked her after getting off the bed.
"Desperation?" Meifeng raised her eyebrows, wondering to herself why he would ask such a question.
"The feeling of being helpless— a sense of weakness and hopelessness." Yuan stood there with a profound aura around him that felt a little different than usual.
"I can’t really say that I have..." Meifeng shook her head.
"However, the closest I have felt to desperation was when my husband died, I guess."
"Your husband?"
Now that he thought about it, Yuan has never seen Meixiu’s father before.
"He died in an accident before I could even give birth to Meixiu," she said with a bittersweet smile on her face.
"I’m sorry for asking..."
"There’s no need for you to be sorry. It happened really long ago." Meifeng said with a smile.
"Anyways, why the sudden question, Young Master? Does it have something to do with your nightmare?"
"I guess..." He nodded.
Sometime later, they sat around the living room and began eating breakfast.
"Wang Xiuying said that she’s currently on the way here with the piano," said Meixiu after they sat down.
"This early in the morning?" Yuan chuckled.
"That just shows how much she wants to listen to your music again, Young Master," Meifeng said to him.
"Even if you say that, it’s been years since I last touched an instrument... Not counting Cultivation Online, of course. I probably won’t even be able to play it properly."
"You’re underestimating yourself, Young Master. Even if you haven’t touched any instruments in years, you’ll quickly familiarize yourself with them once you start playing again."
"I hope so," he nodded.
After breakfast, while Meixiu cleaned the dishes and Yuan practiced his movement technique, Wang Xiuying arrived at their apartment door with her piano.
"Where should I put this?" Wang Xiuying asked.
"We have made some space in the living room. You can put it there." Meifeng said to her.
"Okay!"
The delivery company she hired to deliver the piano then placed the piano at the corner of the living room.
Once everything was done, Wang Xiuying immediately urged Yuan to play the piano.
"Don’t worry, I won’t break my promise..." Yuan said as he took a seat in front of the piano.
"Are you sure you want to give this piano away? It’s quite rare and expensive." Meifeng recognized the piano’s value at glance, and she asked Wang Xiuying.
"Yes, it is an honor for me to let Yu Tian play music using my piano. Furthermore, now that I am focused on cultivation, I don’t have any time to play it. Instead of letting it rust in my room, I might as well give it to someone who can use it at its full potential."
After getting a feel for the smooth keys on the piano, Yuan swiped his fingers across the keyboard, filling the room with beautiful sounds.
’This feeling... How long has it been since I last felt it?’ Yuan asked himself as he recalled one of his favorite songs.
Yuan then began playing a new song, and it somehow sounded even better than the last, something Wang Xiuying didn’t think was possible until it happened. freewebnøvel.com
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