No, that wasn’t right. Lin Yueru’s thoughts suddenly stalled as a perfectly ordinary morning from three years ago flashed into her mind.
Ling Lu had just returned to the Ling Family at the time. She had walked up to her timidly and whispered, "Mom, I want to play the piano like my second brother, but it seems he doesn't like me touching his piano..."
Her hands had been injured then—marks from the piano lid slamming down. Her ten fingers were bruised, and some were still bleeding.
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