Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

His tears soaked her hands. He raised his hand slightly to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes. However, he bumped into the piano beside the bed and made a series of notes. He looked at her closed eyes, and suddenly a scene flashed in his mind. He remembered that she had studied piano for her and liked to play it for her on her birthday, She once closed her eyes and said that it was the most beautiful music in the world, so why didn't he think of using music to wake her up?

He jumped up with a start, and the piano was always on her bedside. But these days, he didn't have the heart to touch it, so it was like a decoration. He should let the music ring, even if it couldn't wake her up, it was good for her treatment.

He sat in front of the piano, many of the past floating to the bottom of my heart, when she listened to his piano sound up, the flying lips, the uninhibited hair, the blooming smile, the flashing eyes, clear in front of one by one. He raised his hand, and all his emotions gathered in his fingers. The sound of the piano was long. His slender fingers were jumping on the black and white keys. How many warm memories, how many unforgettable memories, were permeated in the piano music

He didn't know how long he played. During that time, a servant came to ask him to eat and remind him to have a rest, but he didn't hear of it. Just remember, the sun goes down, the moon comes out, and then the moon goes away, and the dawn begins to show. His hands are numb and stiff, but he is still playing persistently. It seems that as long as the music continues, the miracle of her awakening will appear.

All of a sudden, the music stopped, because he could see clearly that her fingers on the bedside moved slightly, his heart beat missed a beat, and he could hardly believe his eyes. He resisted the impulse to walk past and continued to play. Then, he could see clearly that her hands were really moving, and he could see that her eyelashes were also flashing, that slight movement, But it seems to be the most merciful gift from heaven

A pear tree, a courtyard fragrance. Qi Aozhi sits lazily on the chair and looks at the independent woman in front of the flower shadow. She is wearing a pure white cotton skirt, and a simple and refreshing masson pine is pulled behind her head. The breeze blows her train, her hair, and the flying petals together, making a beautiful picture that people can't move their eyes.

The corners of his lips rose slightly, and there was happiness enveloped in his eyebrows. Once thought will only appear in the dream picture, now unexpectedly so real realization, he had to thank God's love and pity.

He stood up from the chair, walked behind the woman, stretched out his hand and surrounded her waist from behind. His jaw rested on her hair and smelled her faint hair fragrance. The woman's soft body leaned soft and reassuringly in his arms. He whispered in her ear, "Yiwan, you are beautiful!"

She looked back, slightly face, black eyes looking at him, there is a faint blush on her face, that touch of shame, soul stirring.

She broke free from his arms and stood in front of him. His face was as handsome and perfect as before. In front of this perfect man, she felt ashamed. He woke her up from a near death. How could she not know his love for her, but could she deserve him?