Finally, everyone left, and Nuo Yan was the only one left in the quiet study room of Class Three.
Although she was looking at the English textbook in her hand at the moment, she couldn't help but think back to the ghost story Hang Zhanyou just told. She didn't know why, but it just came to her mind.
"..." At this time, the sound of the piano came to my ears again. The piano sound was very similar to the piano sound last night, and it should be made by the same person.
Nuo Yan couldn't help but gently close the textbook, feeling a little curious. She didn't know why she heard the familiar sound of the piano again at this time.
She finally walked out of the study room and quietly came to the third floor just like last night, heading towards the abandoned piano room.
The sound of the piano was getting closer and closer. This heavenly sound made people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. There seemed to be a magical power that was attracting her and letting her go.
The footsteps stopped outside the piano room again, and he gently opened the door of the piano room. He saw the same boy as last night, but he had changed clothes. At the moment, he was wearing an exquisite black dress, and his fingers
Still pressing lightly on the keys.
"The sound of the piano is so beautiful..." Nuo Yan couldn't help but sigh.
This sigh couldn't help but interrupt the beautiful playing. The young man stood up quickly, seeming a little panicked and confused.
"I'm sorry, I disturbed you." Nuo Yan apologized for her rashness. She just liked the beautiful sound of the piano so much, and she really wanted to get to know this young man who could play such beautiful notes.
"Can you see me?" The young man couldn't help but be startled.
"Yes," Nuo Yan nodded and asked with some confusion: "Of course I can see you, what's the matter? Isn't it strange?"
The young man frowned fiercely, looked at Nuo Yan in astonishment, and said nothing.
"It's so late, why are you still here playing the piano? Aren't you going to go back? It's almost twelve o'clock."
Nuo Yan frowned slightly, wondering why he was still playing the piano here so late. Could it be that like her, he didn't want to be disturbed, so he stayed until now? Why did he only hear it at this time every day?
That familiar sound of the piano?
"Twelve o'clock?" The young man looked a little panicked. He quickly pushed Nuo Yan's hand, "Hurry up..."
Before the young man could finish his words, Nuo Yan said quickly, "I know, don't worry, I'll leave right away."
After saying that, Nuo Yan looked back at the boy and smiled, "Thank you for the piano sound. It's really nice. Don't stay here too late. Go back and rest early."
After saying that, Nuo Yan walked out. What was strange was that just as she walked out, the door to the piano room suddenly closed, so fast that people could not imagine it.
She walked downstairs slowly, constantly thinking about the boy's face in her mind. It was indeed a handsome and sunny boy, and he was also a prince who could play the piano.
But when I touched his hand just now, I felt unusually cold, as if it was not a human hand. Is this an illusion or something else?