She saw his slender hand beating as if it had a life of its own.
His hoarse voice was singing a beautiful love song.
Sang Xia listened attentively. There were a few layers of people around them, all watching him sing. More and more people came and went, and more and more people stopped.
Sang Xia did not pay attention to what was happening outside. As she listened to the song, she felt that she could add some notes to it and it would be more perfect.
When the first half of the song ended, the young man who was immersed in his own music world continued to play the piano.
In the next second, a white and slender hand suddenly appeared beside his hand, and the rhythm of the song actually complemented his.
His hands didn't stop as he continued to take care of the other part. The two of them complemented each other. There was no rehearsal, but everything was so natural and in sync.