Chapter 550: Chapter 552: The Repeating Dream 1
Holding her hand, he pulled her body closer to himself, and Chu Yuxiao slowly leaned his face towards hers.
Separated by a not-so-wide table, he kissed her lips.
Nothing could express his love better than a kiss…
If possible, he wished to kiss her every day, until the mont they both turned gray and were laid to rest.
The sunlight outside the window gradually slanted to the west, and a peaceful, beautiful afternoon was soon to pass…
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Su Yan opened her eyes and found herself standing in an unfamiliar place.
The area was shrouded in white mist, making it nearly impossible to see anything.
This was similar to her last dream, which was also filled with enveloping mist.
Could it be that she was dreaming again?
Su Yan pinched her thigh firmly, feeling no pain at all.
Indeed, she was dreaming again.
But this dream was strange, why did it always occur in a place where she could see nothing?
Su Yan tried to open her eyes to wake up, but she remained in the dream, no matter how hard she tried to wake up.
With no other choice, she had to wander around in her dream.
It wasn’t long before she heard that piano sound again, identical to the last ti.
Following the sound of the piano, her eyes stayed fixedly ahead.
Worried, she thought if she blinked carelessly, the person would disappear again.
Pushing through layers of mist, Su Yan finally saw the person playing the piano, a woman, a very beautiful woman.
Dressed in a long white garnt, she sat cross-legged on the ground, with an ancient zither on her knees.
Her slender fingers gently plucked at the strings.
Her eyes slightly drooped, her expression detached and calm, exuding an otherworldly deanor, though the lody played carried a sorrow seemingly contrasting her poise.
Su Yan quietly watched her, not approaching to disturb her.
And the woman seed not to notice her, engrossed in her playing.
One piece after another, one lody after another…
Her continuous piano notes spiraled throughout the air, seemingly reaching for the skies, piercing through layers of mist.
Originally mild mournfulness grew more intense, resembling surging magma, seeking to break free from the volcano, eager to erupt.
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