‘I’m exactly that kid.’
Fang Jiping spoke to himself… the sentence ‘How similar…’ from the piano player, hovered in his mind, couldn’t be taken away.
How similar it was…
The thoughts of his mother in the gambling house 20 years ago.
And the current him thinking about Fang Ruchang’s suggestion.
Also, Yang Ping’s thoughts 20 years ago that wanted to give her son a better life after winning.
2 decades passed, he received Fang Ruchang’s plea, trying to continue his life in this evil way and even thought of forgiving Fang Ruchang.
How similar it was.
In this silent banquet hall, Fang Jiping didn’t know when he walked to the piano. Across the lid, he couldn’t see who was sitting behind, nor how he knew this story.
He just stood in front of the piano, attracting the attention of all guests include the hostess.
"This story should have an ending…" Fang Jiping opened his mouth slowly. His voice was not loud by very clear. He looked at the lid, "Let me tell you the ending."
