In Every Life [Jenlisa]

Chapter 55

The night in Pingcheng was beautiful, with heavy snowflakes falling. Looking out through the French windows, it seemed as though the distant sea was sprinkled with tiny stars.

Inside the room, it was quiet, and one could almost hear the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore.

Jennie was nestled under the covers, with only her head poking out.

"Are you asleep?" she asked in a muffled voice.

The young man lay flat on the sofa, his head tilted back, and his eyes as black as the night sky, seemingly lost in the twinkling stars.

"No," he replied. He couldn't sleep.

"Then let's chat," Jennie turned over and faced the sofa.

A distant moon hung in the sky, and the faint moonlight shone in, casting a hazy shadow on the sofa. Jennie felt calm and peaceful as she looked at the shadow.

"Sure," Lisa thought for a moment and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

In the dark of night, Jennie blinked and suddenly said, "Can you tell me a horror story?"

The room fell silent, with only the faint hum of the air conditioning. The young boy thought for a moment and said, "I heard one when I was little, about a piano."

Jennie curled her toes in excitement and urged, "Tell me, tell me!"

His voice lowered and drifted through the night, adding a mysterious air. "Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved to play the piano..."

Jennie couldn't help but hold her breath.

"One day, her family moved into a new house, and in the living room was a piano. Every night, the little girl could hear the distant sound of the piano."

Jennie nervously swallowed her saliva.

"One night, she finally gathered the courage to go downstairs and saw a pair of hands floating over the piano, playing slowly and gently."

Jennie widened his eyes and asked, "And then what happened?"

"After that, I forgot," he said.

Is that it?

Jennie silently rolled her eyes. But thinking of her original intention, she pretended to be scared and lowered her voice, "How scary."

The girl's voice was soft and delicate, accompanied by the vast and quiet sea in the distance, inexplicably evoking a sense of pity.

The boy looked at the figure curled up in bed and suddenly felt guilty.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you," he paused and said in a deep voice.

"But I asked you to tell me," the girl turned over.

The room was silent, and the warmth from the heater made people feel cozy inside.

"Lili."

The sound of the blanket rubbing against the bed filled the room. The girl's voice was soft and low, "I'm a little scared. Can you come and keep me company?"

Lisa's Adam's apple bobbed up and down rapidly.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, and he shifted uncomfortably, only able to see the girl's long hair spread out on the snow-white pillow like ink spilled on paper.

"Lili."

"Hmm?" His voice trembled, feeling as though the girl's voice had turned into a pair of invisible hands that tightly grasped his heart with every call.