Jing Jiaren quickly averted her eyes and continued on her way.
Ximen Longting, if you dare to do anything sorry for me, just give it a try...
The fragrance of flowers in the room was very strong. Leng Lintian sat back on the piano stool and the door was locked again.
The maid, who originally thought she had escaped death, became frightened.
What's going on?
The beautiful lady is gone, why do we still need to play?
Leng Lintian picked up the piano score that fell on the ground, stood it upright, and let go of the piano cover.
His fingers caressed the keys...
Once upon a time, Miss JANE fell into a pool of blood on the piano keys, and the blood dripped down the gaps between the black and white keys.
That scene was an indelible shadow in his memory forever.
Immediately afterwards, there was a huge funeral in the Leng family...
Leng Lintian took off his gloves and put them aside, revealing a metal finger. Now he can use it freely, as easily and naturally as a normal hand...
There is high technology that can help him hit a 1:1 simulated hand, so that no one can tell that he is a prosthetic.
was rejected by him.
Why install a completely simulated hand? A metal hand like this always reminds him of those humiliations.
He was used to it, it felt cold and metallic, without a trace of warmth.
Leng Lintian's purple lips curled up enchantingly, and he stared at the music on the piano score, pressing the keys with his hands to play.
He is so familiar with this melody, he doesn’t know how many times he has played it!
But when Leng Lintian played before, it was not this piano, and he never adjusted the tune so high.
After playing it all, it is just a piece of music that is sadder than ordinary piano music, and there is no murderous resonance sound...
This piano was originally improved by Miss JANE. She likes to study the piano and its rhythm.
It is a very special piano that can play a death melody. (An ordinary piano cannot do this, and even if it is played, it will not have a killing effect...)
The depressing melody filled the room again, and the servants who had just been tortured became frightened.
Leng Lintian closed his eyes and played. He didn't need to look at the music score anymore. The music automatically came to his mind.
Pictures appeared in front of him...
JANE was lying on the mourning hall with her eyes closed, surrounded by flowers.
In the cemetery where it was raining heavily, a crowd of people gathered in front of the tomb holding black umbrellas, watching the coffin fall.
Bunches of white chrysanthemums were thrown on the coffin lid and filled with soil.
Many times, he felt that JANE was not dead, but he saw JANE being buried in the coffin with his own eyes.
Maybe he's really not dead?
After so many years, he has never asked anyone to play "Black Sunday" to confirm the truth of that year.
Perhaps this piece of music was so popular that it caused him too much pain.
Leng Lintian curled his lips and played leisurely...
Now, he comes to verify it with his own hands.
If he died... he would rather die like this...
The resonant sound is so harsh and sharp that it can pierce the human brain. The eardrums seem to burst and the brain is buzzing. It is already difficult to continue playing and concentrate on willpower under such strong pain.
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It's really amazing that Jing Jiaren can play that part. She has never been a simple woman.
The smile at the corner of Leng Lintian's mouth was covered in blood.
No one knows why he is so obsessed with Miss JANE——
Only he himself knows the deepest secret hidden in his heart!
JANE is the only woman in this world who treats him well, truly loves him, and gives him the warmth of a family.