In Every Life [Jenlisa]

Chapter 23

The winter night in Haishi was filled with twinkling stars. Outside the music building, dim streetlights illuminated two passing figures.

Jennie wanted Lisa to come to her house, but the young man stubbornly refused.

He had already shamelessly entered once, how could there be a second time?

Jennie had no choice but to bring him to the music building's piano room.

Fortunately, the school did not have a habit of locking the piano rooms, and the two of them smoothly entered room number eight.

The piano room was narrow and cramped. Jennie opened the piano lid and realized that Lisa was still standing.

"I'll go next door and get you a chair," she said, getting up.

"No, it's okay," the young man said, his head slightly lowered. "Standing, is fine."

The girl didn't know how many afternoons he had already stood like this.

Under the shade of the trees outside the door, he felt like a shameful thief, listening to the beautiful and melodious music coming from the piano room.

This was the first time he stood beside her so openly and honestly.

A strange sense of satisfaction rose silently in his heart as the young boy with his dark eyes gazed at her.

The young girl lowered her head, revealing her slender and fair swan-like neck, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow on her eyelids.

"Well then, what do you want to hear?" The girl looked up and asked seriously.

For a moment, Lisa was stunned.

She played all the pieces so well, but he didn't know the name of a single one.

"I, I don't know," his low voice was tinged with disappointment. "I don't know, the name, of any of the pieces."

He remembered the first time he passed by the music room was during the scorching summer, with the sound of cicadas buzzing and a sudden breeze blowing the light blue curtains of the room. Even standing in the shade, he was sweating profusely, his school uniform drenched in sweat and his hair sticking to his forehead.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a piano playing in the distance, like a gentle breeze blowing away the heat in his heart.

He thought to himself that this must be his favorite piece, but he didn't know its name.

The light in the music room was soft and the girl lowered her head to touch the keys, saying, "Let me play my favorite piece."

With her slender white fingers dancing skillfully on the keys, the music flowed gently, carrying a sense of tenderness and sorrow, like the moonlight shining silently into Lisa's heart. He clenched his fingers in disbelief and looked up.

As the melody of the piano stretched out, it was as if he had been transported back to that summer day when he first stood outside the music room, his heart trembling as he listened to the captivating music.

The girl lowered her head, a few strands of hair falling on her smooth face.

Lisa could only see her bright peach blossom eyes slightly drooping, even her dancing fingertips seemed to lack any strength, so gentle.

"What, is this piece called?" Lisa asked hoarsely as the music paused.

The girl sat on the piano bench, raising her eyes slightly, the light in the room reflecting in her eyes. "Chopin's Nocturne."