When she came to the door, she wanted to knock, but she felt too bold. So she stood in the crack of the door and looked at what the master looked like. She looked through the narrow gap and moved slowly in the big living room. Suddenly, she stopped moving. She saw the piano player, a woman with her back to her, wearing a black cheongsam, purple shoulder, and head. The hair was on the back of her head and she was slightly thin. She was intoxicated with the melodious sound of the piano. She had no idea that someone was looking at her secretly at the moment.

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