Chapter 127: I Never Celebrate My Birthday

• And he stood up good-tempered and carried her and went back to sit on the stool. He held her in his arms and stretched his hands to play the piano with unprofessional posture, and he hummed the song at the same time.
• As Kate was choking and would not tell him the lyrics, so he improvised. After he finished, he kissed her on the forehead and asked, “How is my version?”
• This side of Tristan was both unfamiliar and familiar to Kate. This was the man she dreamed of when she was young. She was overwhelmed by her emotions and rested her head on his shoulder, letting tears pour out as they wanted.