"I haven't heard you play the piano in a long time, actually… you haven't been home for a while," Mo Shuifu said softly, casting her eyes down.
Her voice was as tender as the waters of March—calm, placid, and undisturbed.
"I'm sorry, I'll keep you company whenever I have the time," Shen Shihan said, reaching out to touch her face.
He felt a flutter in his heart, after all… it was rare for Mo Shuifu to open up to him so frankly.
"Work is important," Mo Shuifu quickly added.
"Tired? If you're tired, go rest for a bit. Later, we'll either go to the piano shop or head back home," Shen Shihan suggested.
"I am a bit sleepy, I want to rest here for a while. Later, let's go to the piano shop. The kids have the day off, so there won't be anyone there, and you can see if the shop looks nice. I've tidied it up and bought a lot of flowers."
"Okay."
After chatting for a few more sentences, Mo Shuifu finished the juice in front of her and then stood up.
