Then, there's no turning back.
That's exactly how it is for me.
Bo Liang stood quietly to the side, listening to An Ge play, feeling as though the woman was as beautiful as a painting.
Bo Liang's gaze grew deeper, focused, unwilling to look away even for a moment.
...
It wasn't until An Ge finished playing a piece that Bo Liang slowly moved forward to sit beside her, lips curved in a gentle smile, with words that were incredibly tender.
"Interested in teaching me?"
"Not interested..."
An Ge's words were soft, and her Feng Mou eyes were clear and lovely.
"You don't genuinely like musical instruments..."
"That's correct, but my liking for you is serious, so because you like it, I want to like it too."
An Ge: "..."
When did Bo Liang become so eloquent?
An Ge heard the man's words, her lips curved, and she saw Bo Liang's slender fingers fall on the piano keys, trying to find a few notes, but they weren't quite accurate.
"Like this?"
An Ge: "..."
"Or like this..."
