The piano was extremely well maintained, with both black and white keys gleaming brightly.
Besides, there wasn't even a scratch, every detail was exquisitely crafted.
Shi Mei sat in front of the piano, her slender, fair fingers pressed down, and a clear, crisp piano sound rang out.
Such a sound, particularly bright and clear, made one involuntarily feel invigorated.
Although she had already been amazed by its tone years ago, the feeling had not diminished even slightly over time.
Shi Mei couldn't help but start playing; her long fingers danced over it, the crisp sounds bouncing in the eardrum with each press of her fingers, intoxicating to listen to.
The delightful and pleasant melody made one involuntarily feel light-hearted too—Grandma Shi couldn't help but reveal a smile.
