"Pianpian, this is the last time I come to see you. Over the years, I have never forgotten you, and I have always been worried about what you did. Today, I can finally let it go completely.

You know? Ever since you died, I thought I would never have the ability to love anyone again in this life.

Unexpectedly, I still fell in love with her. She was very good, really very good. There had never been a woman who was as kind to me as she was.

Therefore, I decided that I would completely let go of missing you, live a good life with her, and start over again together.

I believe that your spirit in heaven will also bless me, right?[

This is the last time I play a song for you. From now on, she will be the only one in my life."

With a warm smile on his face, Huangfu Tianduo looked leisurely at the clear night sky, took a breath, took out his flute, and started playing.

The sound of the flute spreads quietly in the night sky, it is clear and melodious, melancholy and melancholy. There are thousands of styles during this period, and who can tell it.

This flute sound is full of his infinite lovesickness. In this flute sound, there is a faint resentment that he cannot meet. In this flute sound, there is a sadness and sadness that he cannot find a close friend.

The sound of the flute is sad and desolate, and people feel lonely and in a trance. This night and this scene vaguely return to the cantabile years when he and Pianpian recited poems, painted, and sang together.

However, Huangfu Tianduo also deeply understood that the past had become a distant memory after all, and he could no longer live in the past and suffer. Otherwise, he would be sorry for the long-lasting love between him and Qiqi.

Already.

Pianpian didn't belong to him. They were people living in two worlds. Now, it's really time to let go and feel at ease.

Huangfu Tianduo smiled and took a breath. The sound of the flute changed from the melancholy and sadness just now and became cheerful and cheerful, as if he was saying goodbye to the pain of the past one by one.

Suddenly, a flurry of piano music came from the house, and a ray of starlight suddenly lit up in the room. On the window paper, the figure of a woman playing the piano was vaguely projected, graceful, beautiful, and charming.

The sound of the piano is scattered, and there is an indescribable feeling of melancholy and sorrow.

Huangfu Tianduo's figure swayed, and he looked at the familiar and moving clear figure in the room with some hesitation. He shook his head in disbelief, put away the flute, rushed to the room quickly, and suddenly pushed the door open.
Chapter completed!