The practice room that Song Tian rented happened to be on the third floor, and green creepers covered the walls. She opened the window and a breeze blew in.
After opening the window, Song Tian put down her bag and took out her dancing shoes. She looked up and said to the girl apologetically, "I'm sorry, Qiao Nian."
The girl threw her bag aside and went straight to try the electronic keyboard when she came in. The black-and-white keys made a tinkling sound as she played. Frowning as if she was not satisfied, she then stepped aside and crossed her arms. Her fair hand supported her chin as she looked at the electronic keyboard on the stand.
Qiao Nian walked back after a full minute. Then, she adjusted the tone of the piano.
She was extremely straightforward the entire time. She looked up in confusion and asked casually when Song Tian talked to her, "What?"
