He Xiuyu rested his fingers on the piano keys and looked up at Jiang Xin, who stood not far away, saying in a mild voice, "It's been a long time since I've touched a piano. I need to get familiar with it again."
But then he added, "Go and open the door."
He Xiuyu realized that, at some point, the rehearsal room door had been closed – and this was not good.
In fact, it was very bad.
Jiang Xin nodded, quickly walked to the door, and flung it wide open. Seemingly not satisfied with that, she moved a chair to prop against the door so that even a strong wind wouldn't be able to shut it.
Having done this, she couldn't help but take a glance at He Xiuyu.
She hoped He Xiuyu would notice her thoughtfulness and show appreciation.
He Xiuyu really hadn't noticed the undercurrent of Jiang Xin's thoughts; she was a woman particularly skilled at disguising her feelings.
He Xiuyu had played through the score once. By the second half, he had become familiar with it.