In those dark and glossy eyes, the gaze could no longer remain calm.
She stared blankly at that familiar figure on stage, her mind suddenly going blank.
The person playing the piano slowly turned around.
Soft, dark hair, a perfectly exquisite face, the light shone into his deep, dark eyes, emitting a radiance akin to jade.
His demeanor was noble, his smile elegant, his laughing eyes scanned the audience, and finally, his gaze landed in the corner where Scarlett Yates was seated.
Their eyes met...
Scarlett Yates's heart suddenly stopped beating.
"This piece, Sky City, I dedicate to a friend of mine, her name is Scarlett Yates," said the person on stage, then walked towards her.
Splash—
The wobbling cup finally tipped over on the table.
Half a glass of lemon water spilled over the table, slipping from the edge onto her lap.
The ice-cold lemon water spilled onto her legs, and Scarlett couldn't help but shiver.
The person on stage walked up to her.
