The surprise she gave him today paled in comparison to the shock and intensity of this one. Gu Qili was so excited and emotional that she couldn't speak. She had thought it would take ten or dozens of years of hard work to get the winery back, but now he told her, this winery was hers.
Holding back the tears in her eyes, her knuckles glided over the piano keys, tuning them simply without a word, and then she started playing the birthday song directly.
Mu Shuoqian was leaning against the piano, a half glass of red wine appearing in his hand at some point. He assumed a lazy but attentive listening posture, seemingly intoxicated in the sound of her playing.
It's been years since Gu Qili played the piano, and her hands had become quite rusty, but the birthday song was simple and one of the few tunes she could still remember how to play.
She used to have many hobbies, all of which were abandoned due to her capriciousness in her youth.
