Li Qingshen was also looking at Ling Momo, his gaze exceptionally deep, as if it had some magical power that made it impossible to look away. Ling Momo couldn't help but space out a bit; she had never seen such beautiful eyes. Her heart involuntarily started to beat a bit faster. Ling Momo quickly averted her gaze, her voice slightly off-key, "Teacher, what should I do then?"
Li Qingshen quietly stared at Ling Momo, then cleared his throat, "You haven't finished the white keys yet, let's continue with them this afternoon."
Ling Momo's fingers went limp as she looked at Li Qingshen; there were sixteen more white keys than black keys. If it was still fifty times each, she feared her fingers would be sore to death by the end of the afternoon!
Holding on to a sliver of hope, Ling Momo looked at Li Qingshen and carefully asked in a soft voice, "So Teacher, how many times should I play each key?"
