It was precisely because of his excessive kindness in life, which contrasted sharply with his present self, that Rong Shang felt puzzled.
Perhaps, if we think about it more deeply...
His death was definitely not suicide.
...
In front of the hotel.
The pavilion reappeared amidst the torrential rain, shrouded in a layer of white mist, like a fairyland in the rain.
Inside the pavilion, Sheng Qianye, dressed in white, was playing the piano. His noble and elegant demeanor made him look like a prince straight out of a fairy tale.
Whether in life or in death, wherever Sheng Qianye is.
The masses are never absent.
After Boss Sheng and his family entered the hotel, Rong Shang came out.
At this moment, in the pavilion shrouded in a layer of white mist.
Sheng Qianye lowered his eyes slightly, and a hint of sadness appeared in his dark eyes.
It was probably after people learned that he had depression that they began to see him constantly as someone who was sad and in a bad mood.
But……
"Sheng Qianye".
After pausing for a few seconds in the middle of the road, Rong Shang still called out to him.
If someone in the hotel were to open a window or step outside and see her standing in the middle of the road in the rain, talking to thin air, they would surely think she was possessed.
But as soon as she spoke, the other wandering ghosts who had been admiring Sheng Qianye's zither music stared at her in a daze.
Their faces were expressionless, and their eyes were vacant.
"Who is she? Is she human? Why can she see us?"
"I wonder, does she know the great master Qianye?"
The piano keys clicked again, disrupting the rhythm.
Sheng Qianye slightly furrowed her delicate brows, but her expression remained unchanged.
“You should go back,” he said.
"Okay, will the great master Qianye come here to play the piano for us again next time?"
"Yes." His tone was slightly cold.
Sheng Qianye raised his eyes, his dazzling and charming peach blossom eyes slowly falling on Rong Shang.
"Come here."
*
A moment later, Rong Chang actually walked up to the pavilion.
However, only she could see all of this.
To the average person, she was just standing by the roadside.
"You've come here because you have something you want to ask me, right?"
Sheng Qianye's voice was soft and ethereal, yet carried a chilling undertone.
Rong Shang lowered her eyes and glanced at him. He once again placed his pale, bloodless, and cold hand on the piano keys.
What's remarkable is that a light and cheerful piano melody drifted in, dispelling the sadness.
"You didn't commit suicide, did you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Sheng Qianye's fingertips, which were resting on the piano keys, paused.
“I know that although you suffered from depression, you have been seeing a doctor for several years, and your mood gradually improved later.”
Of course, I didn't learn about Rong Chang from the internet.
It was something she had been dreaming about these past two days.
She didn't actually know if those dreams were real, but she could try to find out from Sheng Qianye.
After all, he also said not to stop him from taking revenge.
“You’re very smart.” After a few seconds of silence, Sheng Qianye said slowly, “But knowing all this is useless to you.”
"If we can still stay with our parents in this life, we should cherish it."
She's a young woman, probably not even married or settled down yet. It would be a real shame if she died here.
He suddenly mentioned his parents, his tone slightly melancholic.
Rong Chang's gaze was deep and scrutinizing.
Several seconds later, she replied, "Weiyang has no parents."
A glint flashed in his eyes, and Sheng Qianye turned his head, “…”
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