Gold Heights Condominium.
Three months later.
Notes of Mozart's "Rondo alla Turca" skipped in the air within the spacious penthouse unit, as Iris Long's fingers danced across the piano keys.
The old housekeeper, Yi Mei, watched the Young Miss playing the piano so skillfully, so elegantly, and so beautifully.
The Young Miss looked like a fairy as she swayed, especially with the picturesque view of the city's night lights outside the ceiling-high glass windows behind her.
Yi Mei knew that the Young Miss could play the piano before, but she had never seen her playing so seriously and so regularly.
The white grand piano intended as a decoration before was now proudly serving its true purpose.
Ever since Iris Long returned home from the hospital a month ago, Yi Mei was repeatedly shocked and amazed by the Young Miss's sudden changes.
