Beyond the Divorce

Atlas extended his hand, and we rose together. He embraced me emotionally, kissed my forehead, and tenderly said, "My Stella, you're finally back."

I could only say it was instinctive.

Actually, I never formally learned to play the piano after regaining my memory. Pianos were rare luxuries in the small town where I grew up.

During the holiday after my junior high exams, when I could laze around at home before starting college, I would often hear the piano being played when I was at home doing nothing.

The principal of the nearby school lived next door, and his daughter played the piano. I felt strangely excited whenever I heard her practicing in the corridor. I always listened intently and wanted to watch her play. Finally, one day, I got a chance to do just that.

Her mother forgot her keys when she left the house that day. Since she needed the keys in the office, she wanted to ask her daughter to bring them over.

be at the market that day. My mom then called me, asking me to see what was

saw a piano up close. I explained why I was there,

practically lived at their house at that time, spending my days accompanying her at piano practice, playing

time I sat at the piano

talent for playing

I moved to Foswood To my surprise, there was a piano in the music room

to take supplementary courses at the music school. From then on, I felt like

business with Matthew that I completely bid

daughter, I wanted to buy her a piano, but unfortunately, our

piano was never a challenge for me, but it had been a long time since I had touched one before