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... you?"
Qin Yu tightened the paper in his hand, "It's okay."
Pushing the door into the piano room, Qin Yu sat on her stool. She picked up her score and tried a few notes by herself, her eyes brightened.
Even the heart was tight.
She looked uncertainly at the paper on the table. This was a sheet of music that she couldn't make for years. The writing on the sheet was wildly scribbled, and the traces of rubbing should be discarded by people. .
But who is this paper? ...
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