The sun sets in the west, igniting the clouds on the horizon like a fire.
The fiery red light slanted into the room, casting long dark shadows.
Xiang Yimo spent the afternoon drawing design drafts. His shoulders were sore. When he walked out of the studio, he saw the busy figure of a famous servant in the hall. He was puzzled and called out to Butler He.
"Uncle He, what are they doing?"
"Madam, tomorrow is your birthday, and the young master has prepared a birthday dinner for you."
Xiang Yimo frowned, "On your birthday, it's enough for the whole family to get together and have a meal. It doesn't need to be so grand."
"Maybe because this is the first birthday that the young master has celebrated for you, that's why you attach so much importance to it, right?"
Xiang Yimo raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of the black figure walking in from the door. He was wearing a suit with a faint afterglow of the sunset. His tall figure was like a model's clothes rack. No matter what clothes he wore, he was so straight and handsome, and his whole body was relaxed.
Noble temperament.
"I came back a little early today!" Xiang Yimo took his briefcase and suit jacket naturally and handed them to Butler He.
"I miss you!" Nangong Han lowered his head and kissed her quickly on the forehead.
She glared with bright eyes, a trace of embarrassment flashed across her face, and a pink blush appeared on her face, "There are so many people here, please be more solemn!"
Nangong Han walked up behind her, grabbed her shoulders with his big palm, and squeezed her gently, with just enough strength, "You have been painting for a long time today, haven't you?"
"How do you know?"
"Look at your hands, they are so dirty that they look like cat paws!"
The generous palm seemed to have magic power, dispelling the pain in the neck and shoulders, "Han, is there a birthday dinner tomorrow?"
"Don't you like it?"
"Yeah!" Xiang Yimo nodded slightly.
"Okay! Lao He, cancel tomorrow's dinner!"
"But Master, the invitations have been sent out." Now, Butler He's workload will double, and his sleep tonight will definitely be ruined.
Xiang Yimo raised her hand and pressed his big palm, "Forget it, the birthday dinner will be held as scheduled! I have never had so many people celebrate my birthday, I'm just not used to it."
Nangong Han pulled her into his arms, rested his head on her shoulder, and put his thin lips close to her ear, "I want you to become the happiest woman in the world." The magnetic voice stirred up the lake in his heart, causing ripples.
"I am the happiest person now!"
Xiang Rumo walked over silently, seemingly without any sound of footsteps, and stared blankly at the tripod piano in the corner of the hall.
"Sister, do you want to play?" Xiang Yimo walked over and stroked the black and white keys with her slender fingers, and the sound of Qing Yue's tinkling bells echoed in the huge space.
She grew up in an orphanage and had no chance to touch the piano, so Xiang Yimo couldn't play.
A smile appeared on Xiang Rumo's stiff face. She sat down, raised her hands, and her skinny fingers danced on the keys. A string of melodious notes floated up, and the beautiful and melodious music of "To Alice" slowly floated in the air.
Spin in the air.
Nangong Han's brows raised, and a flash of astonishment flashed across his dark eyes, "How can she still play the piano if she has not lost her memory?"
"Some things can be easily forgotten, but the instincts you are born with seem to be deeply engraved in your bones and will never be forgotten!" A clear and gentle smile appeared on Xiang Yimo's face, immersed in the melodious sound of the piano, "
I inherited my father’s painting gene, and my sister inherited her mother’s piano-playing gene. Finally, she found something she likes to do.”
These days, Xiang Rumo is like a ghost, silent and silent. Only when facing Xiang Yimo, a few words will pop out occasionally. Usually, he is either in a daze or closing his eyes to rest. It seems that this world
She was so unfamiliar to her, so unfamiliar that she didn't know where to go. Her dull and distracted eyes were like a doll that had lost its soul.
However, when she was playing the piano, her eyes were shining brightly, and she seemed to be a different person.
"I will arrange a piano teacher for her!"
In order to make Xiang Yimo feel at ease, Nangong Han will also share the responsibility of taking care of Xiang Rumo for her.
"Sister, is this skirt beautiful?" Xiang Yimo held a pure white gauze skirt in her hand. The fabric was soft and delicate, and when touched with her hand, it was as gentle as water.
"Yeah!" Xiang Rumo nodded.
Xiang Yimo handed the dress to her, "Today is our birthday. How about we dress beautifully and celebrate together?"
She nodded silently.
Xiang Yimo signaled to the maid and went to help her put on her evening dress.
Xiang Yimo wore a long black dress. The shoulder-cut design showed off her soft collarbone lines and round shoulders. The tight-fitting tailoring outlined the graceful and exquisite curves of her whole body. The black satin fabric shone with a faint halo.
, which made her fair and white skin even whiter and brighter. Her hair was tied into a bun and decorated with fine beads, which made her look graceful, luxurious, mysterious and elegant. She was like an elf at night, with aura flowing between her eyebrows.
The maid held the hem of her skirt, and Xiang Rumo walked out of the dressing room. She was dressed in a white dress, holy and pure. Like a bright lily, without a trace of dust. Although she had been contaminated with haze, she had washed away all lead.
The beauty is still pure and flawless. The curly long hair is spread over the shoulders, natural and fresh.
Xiang Yimo specially selected this dress for her, hoping that she would have a new life from this moment on.
"Sister! You are so beautiful."
Xiang Rumo felt as if she had put on such a gorgeous evening dress for the first time. She was nervous and didn't know where to put her hands, "Does it really look good?"
"Would it be ugly if she looks so much like me?" Xiang Yimo joked.
She smiled lightly, which was the first smile she showed since she lost her memory.
Xiang Yimo took her hand and said, "Let's go down!"
Walking out of the room, you can hear the pleasant sound of string music, and the huge crystal chandelier is shining brightly, which is luxurious and elegant. Buffets are placed around the hall, and flowers are in full bloom, pouring out fragrance.
Drinking wine mingled with each other, and the fragrance of clothes and shadows danced.
The moment Xiang Yimo and Xiang Rumo appeared, everyone present turned their eyes towards them, holding their breath and looking incredulously.
The two faces are almost identical, beautiful and charming, just like the princesses in the Swan Lake. One is a white swan, pure and transparent, and the other is a black swan, bright and charming.