The last Sunday of March is also the last day of the month. It was like the time when the world was trying to keep it quietly. It started to rain lightly since the early morning, and it stopped several times at noon. The ground had never officially dried up, just like a clingy beautiful girl crying and longing for lingering in the bed.The inside of the half-open floor-to-ceiling window was wet by the rain, and the pure white gauze curtains were also unable to drift in the wind as elegantly as the dancer's skirt because they were stained with water. In this natural soundtrack, Shen Yu stayed alone in the spacious piano room and played his own composition tirelessly over and over again.The slender fingers stopped silently with the silent entry of a figure.