Chapter 73: Piano Music

• When my fingers leaped over the keys, my pathetic voice echoed in my head, “I love him, because he is the man who I can love.”
• After two years, I came back. It was impossible to deny that I didn’t want to see him.
• But I didn’t tend to reverse anything, nor say “I love you!” to him. If it was possible, I only wanted to glance at him and see the color of his shirt. If it was creamy white, I would smile at him calmly.
• Then I could erase the regretful memories and begin a new page in my life.
• Shawn pulled over outside the Gardens Hotel, then got out quickly, opening the door gently for me. When I got out, a beam of harsh, white light dazzled my eyes. When I adjusted to the dazzling light, some people, blocked by the police, were taking photos in front of me.
• It struck me why Shawn specially appointed the French designer to make my evening gown and let the first-class stylist help me dress the whole afternoon.