After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

He nodded slightly, his approval evident in his words: "This time it's much better."

Those words were like a spring breeze blowing over dead trees, making Cui Rong's heart full of greenness.

She couldn't help but smile when she was praised. When she tried again, her bright eyes sparkled with stars, full of trust and expectation for him.

Looking at her childlike innocent smile, he seemed to be touched by some gentle emotion for a moment, and a trace of trance flashed in his eyes: "Not bad..."

However, the next sentence made her heart hang in the balance again, "But..." Cui Rong's heart suddenly tightened, mistakenly thinking that she had played something wrong, so she held her breath and concentrated, afraid of missing any word.

He stretched out his hand and gently pinched her cheek, with a teasing smile on his face: "Don't seduce sir."

This sudden joke left Cui Rong bewildered. She secretly wondered in her heart, how could this person have such a strange sense of humor?

He raised his chin slightly, with an irrefutable majesty: "Why are you still standing there? Keep practicing the piano."

Although Cui Rongrong felt full of grievances, she could only pout her lips, lower her head obediently, and devote herself to playing the strings again.

As time passed, she had roughly mastered all the finger techniques within a day, but her ten fingers were connected to her heart, and the soreness and swelling almost made her feel like her fingertips were about to slip out of her control.

Finally, after another hour of hard practice, Wen Yinyang announced the end of get out of class.

She was exhausted, her face looked a little pale, and her voice was filled with weariness that could not be concealed: "Then I'll go back first..."

"Go back? Come here."

But he turned around and walked steadily towards the antique display cabinet behind the desk. His gesture seemed like a king's call that could not be refused, motioning her to follow.

Cui Rong's steps were slightly hesitant, but she finally chose to obey and followed his steps into the unknown gentleness or severity.

Next to the quaint desk, he found an exquisite porcelain jar from the drawer, sat on the couch, and pulled her to sit side by side.

The moment the porcelain jar was opened, a fresh air from the mountains and forests blew towards you, like the first breeze in a summer morning, refreshing your spirits.

He held her hand tightly, one of which was broad and warm, and with the other hand he scooped out some ointment with a faint herbal aroma from the jar and carefully applied it to her fingertips, which were red and swollen from long hours of practice.

The coolness brought by the ointment instantly penetrated into the skin like mountain spring water, and the original burning pain was gradually replaced by a cool and soothing feeling.

He lowered his eyes, and his serious look was no different from when he usually reviewed complicated case files, perhaps even more focused.

Every time he painted, it was so delicate and precise, as if what he held in his hands was not an ordinary object, but the most precious work of art in the world, which required him to devote all his efforts to carve and care for it.

Cui Rong pursed her lips, her eyes flickering, as if she was thinking, but also seemed to be avoiding.

She couldn't help but let out a soft sigh in her heart. It turned out that no matter what he dealt with, he was so serious and dedicated!

After the ointment was applied, he slowly spoke, his tone gentle but with unquestionable certainty: "After using this ointment, it won't hurt tomorrow."

Those words were like the gentle spring rain that moistens everything silently, and made people feel warm in their hearts.

Cui Rongrong responded softly: "Yeah."

There was gratitude in her response, and at this moment he looked up and saw her face, as white and flawless as porcelain. An indescribable emotion suddenly surged in his heart, and his throat involuntarily made a low and subtle sound.

The hand that was tightly holding her wrist seemed to have a will of its own and quietly slid down to her slender waist. The distance between the two was quietly shortened at that moment, and the air was filled with subtle but unignorable feelings.

Cui Rongrong reacted quickly and gently placed her hand on his chest, her eyes showing both determination and subtle panic: "It's late at night, I should go back."

There was an uncompromising determination in her voice, like a white lotus blooming at night, cold and independent.

"Maybe you can stay a little longer."

There was an unquestionable power in his words, and at the same time, he gently put his arm around her waist. The action was gentle but revealed an irresistible intention, pulling her close to him.

“I haven’t recovered from my illness yet.”

Cui Rongrong tried to find a reason, her voice was weak but extremely firm.

"It seems to me that you are almost fully recovered."

His words were easy and confident, as if her so-called "illness" was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

"My hand still hurts."

Cui Rong persisted, trying to find the last reason to refuse.

"This time, your hands are not required."

His answer was direct and frank, with a hint of amusement in his tone, which made Cui Rong blush and feel a little ashamed and helpless in her heart.

This person is so unrestrained and is getting even more outrageous!

Faced with him like this, Cui Rong gave up looking for more excuses, and simply turned her face away, uttering a few words coldly and firmly: "I have no intention of doing this today."

The words were concise and decisive, like a snow lotus blooming in the ice, with an inviolable pride.

Wen Yinyang raised his eyebrows slightly, secretly surprised at her growing independence and tenacity in recent times.

In the past, she always silently accepted any of his requests. Even if she was dissatisfied in her heart, she would only resist silently with tears in her eyes and never refused so firmly.

This was the first time she expressed her wishes and boundaries so clearly and uncompromisingly, which surprised him and aroused a strange emotion deep in his heart - it was appreciation but also a challenge.

He was silent for a long time, and that silence was like the calm before the storm, which made Cui Rong feel uneasy.

She understood that he always hated being betrayed, and her refusal was undoubtedly a provocation to his authority and was not a wise move for her.

But at this time Cui Rong had no time to care about so many things. She was determined to stick to her position, with a cold and firm attitude, waiting silently for the storm to come.

"In that case, that's all."

Finally, he spoke, and his tone was full of a deep meaning that was hard to fathom. Cui Rong looked up unexpectedly, with a flash of surprise in her eyes. He was not angry? He was even willing to let her go?

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

His tone seemed calm, but it concealed complex emotions that were difficult to detect, just like the surface of the sea under the night sky, calm on the surface but surging underneath.

Cui Rong immediately stood up and said hurriedly: "Then I will take my leave first."

She did not hesitate, nor did she look back. Her quickly departing figure carried a sense of freedom and relief, a sense of breaking free from restraints.

At this moment, she was no longer a bird in a cage, but an eagle spreading its wings, ready to fly, soaring towards the sky that belonged to her without hesitation.