Charlotte sat in front of the piano, thinking about what Leandro had just said. Her face was burning hot, and she was absent-minded. Her fingers moved randomly, producing a jumble of sounds that didn't resemble any particular melody at all.
This absent-minded state lasted for nearly five minutes before Charlotte fully recovered.
She raised her hand, slapped her cheek, sighed, and started to focus.
The midday sun streamed in through the glass window, and the air conditioner was not turned on in the piano room. The wind blew the white window curtains, and the soothing sound of the piano flowed out.
Charlotte was completely immersed in her own world until the phone next to her vibrated and fell to the ground. She stopped what she was doing and bent down to pick up the phone.
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