One hour later, Cheng Yang climbed out of the bed after covering his mother with the blanket who was sleeping on the bed.
He kissed her forehead and then left the room.
Outside his room, he couldn't help but stop and look at it for a few moments.
This was the room where his father used to practice his new songs. Sometimes, he would teach her piano or violin.
After his father's funeral, he had chosen this room because he wanted to live closer to his father's memories.
To make himself remember what he had done.
But his mother removed the piano from the room and asked the butler to put his things inside. He had not said anything at that time but he didn't want the piano to be removed from there. He stayed silent because he thought that he doesn't deserve to speak at that time but he still hid the violin from everyone's eyes and kept it with himself.
As he stepped inside, Cheng Yang could not help but feel a little sour.
