No, he must go over there, he must see her clearly, he must hear the sound of her piano, and also hear what she is singing.
Leng Zimo desperately ran forward, ran with all his strength. Beneath his feet was darkness, the entire world was darkness, only where she was, there was light.
He was so tired, so powerless.
He stumbled, and fell heavily into a patch of darkness.
Leng Zimo lifted his face, only to see in the light, she was still playing the piano.
He saw bloodstains.
On the white piano keys, there were bright red bloodstains. Her fingers were bleeding, yet she continued playing. Although he couldn't see her face, he could clearly see her fingers, every time she played a note, they trembled.
She was in pain, she was in a lot of pain. Every time her fingers fell, they left a patch of bloodstain on the piano keys.
Yet she had no intention of stopping, she just kept playing and playing, her fingers swiftly flying over the keys.
