First, allow me to introduce myself. I am a young piano.
And that man who likes to rudely poke his fingers at me, this meticulously crafted, exquisite, priceless, and beautiful piano – though I hate to admit it, yes, he is my good-for-nothing owner.
They call him 'Nie Qingzhou'. I call him 'That Guy'. Please note that when I say 'That Guy', my tone is as elegant as possible, but with gritted teeth. It's a pity you can't hear it, but you can use your imagination.