"You're too modest." Patrick smiled and looked down at the piano. A slender hand touched the piano casually, and the melodious sound echoed in the vast space. "The most expensive piano in the world is really different, and the melody is particularly beautiful," he said.

"Can you play the piano, too?" Grace blurted out.

Patrick's hand suddenly froze there. After a few moments, he turned and stared at her in a strange way.

Stunned, Grace asked, "What's wrong?"

Patrick was still staring at her, his eyes changing with mixed emotions. For a long time, his lips suddenly raised shallow radian, lightly said: "nothing."

The breeze outside the window stirred Grace's...