The sound of the piano is flowing in the room, so beautiful.

Yuan Yisheng, who originally seemed to be in a nightmare, gradually began to calm down, as if he had fallen into a peaceful sleep again.

Yi Qianjin was concentrating on playing, so he didn't notice that Yuan Yisheng's eyelashes trembled. Then, his eyes slowly opened, and then when he saw her profile playing the piano,

He was stunned.

The scene before him made him feel as if he had returned many years ago.

At that time, he always liked to look at her like this and listen to her playing the piano.

Even though she always said that she liked his piano, in fact, she played it much better than him.

At that time, he swore in his heart that one day, he would play the piano so well that she would always like his music.

Think about it, he was so innocent and ridiculous at that time. At that time, he was willing to do everything for her!

In his eyes, she was like a god. Because of her, the fate of their family had changed. He was grateful, respected, and fond of her...

But now, he wanted to tear her down from the high clouds.

At this moment, a voice rose, "Hey, you're awake!"

Only then did Yuan Yisheng realize that the sound of the piano had stopped at some point, and Yi Qianjin was turning his head to look at her.

His expression changed slightly, and he was secretly annoyed by his dazed behavior just now, "Why are you here?"

"I'm looking for you," she said, "but when I came in, I saw you were asleep, and you seemed to be sleeping very unsteadily, and I couldn't wake you up by calling you, so I used music therapy."

"Music therapy?" He sneered, "It's just a piano piece, can it be called therapy?"

"Different music can respond to patients in different situations. The song just now is very useful in stabilizing some anxious, uneasy, and fearful emotions, so I gave it a try, and now you..."

She looked him over and said, "You seem to be better now."

He narrowed his eyes, "Anxious, uneasy, scared? Why do you think I have such emotions?"

"Because..." She paused and saw a lot of sweat on his forehead, so she took a tissue and walked up to him, "Because you slept very uneasily, and you said

He also yelled, 'Don't hit me', so that's why I thought so."

Because she was standing and he was sitting at this moment, she wanted to help him wipe the sweat from his forehead while talking.

But before her hand touched his forehead, he had already grabbed her wrist fiercely, "You said, I shouted 'Don't hit me' in my dream?"

"Yes." She said, "Did you dream about something bad? Or did I misunderstand you?"

His thin lips tightened. Did he dream about his darkest time again? When he was in the hospital, the people who killed his parents were taken away and tortured over and over again... He

He can survive and escape, it can only be said that he is lucky.

But even though he escaped from the darkness, he could never forget it. He would always have nightmares and wake up from his dreams.

"What I dreamed about has nothing to do with you, and what are you going to do?" He said coldly, his eyes falling on the plain hand he held.

"I just want to help you wipe the sweat from your forehead." She said.

"No need." He said and let go of her hand, stood up and took out a tissue, wiping the thin sweat from his forehead.

At this moment, his body seemed to be filled with a layer of deliberate unfamiliarity, making it impossible for anyone to get close to him.

In this way, he is like a lone wolf, not allowing others to enter his world, but unwilling to come out of his world.

What happened to this person?

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