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.

she couldn't reach her daughter's phone, so she called my mom, who happened to be at the market

why I was there,

time, spending my days accompanying her at piano practice, playing with her, and finally getting to touch the

I sat at the piano bench. I progressed rapidly under her guidance, grasping it faster than she

mom I had a natural talent for playing the piano when I got home. She just laughed and

to Foswood To my surprise, there was a piano in the music room at our school, but only the students from the

to take supplementary courses at the music school. From then on, I felt like a fish in water, sneaking

with Matthew that I completely bid farewell to the piano and

I wanted to buy her a piano, but unfortunately, our house was too small, so I had

was never a challenge for me, but it had been a long time since I