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... ing the piano, his long and distinct fingers seemed born for it, even his expression at this moment was exceptionally focused.
Li Buyan was captivated as she listened.
She played too, but she had never found this piece so enchanting.
When the piece ended, Li Xingle suddenly held a microphone, standing in that beam of light, looking at her with deep affection, "Miss Li Buyan, was my playing just now good?"
"Good." She genuinely thought it sounded good.
"The ...
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