Chloe was really not sad. She had been practicing piano almost all night last night. She had lost some of her homework, so she was lowering her head to make up for her homework.
To live again, the death of her brother could be avoided, and she reawakened the idea of entering the conservatory.
So these days, Chloe picked up the piano again while supplementing his school knowledge.
The preparation bell rang slowly, and she closed the homework she had just made up, and when she raised her head, she saw Rosie looking at her worriedly.
The girl’s eyebrows were tight, and her eyes were cautious about asking but not daring to ask, which made people feel soft.
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