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rother had sent her the wrong location?

Qiao Nian took out her phone and sent Lu Nian a message.

“Brother Nian, I’ve already arrived, but the door is still closed.”

Soon, she received a message from Lu Nian.
“There’s a red line under the glass door.
If you pull the line out, you can see the key.
Take out the key and open the door to wait!”

Qiao Nian turned off her phone and saw a red line under the door.
The other end of the line was through the glass door.

Carefully, she pulled the tape out.
A silver key appeared in front of her.

Qiao Nian opened the door and walked in, turning on the lights.

The light illuminated the room.
It was a music room.
There were many instruments around the room.
In the middle of the room was a piano.

Qiao Nian looked around.
Her gaze inadvertently fell on a door in the corner.

It was a door the color of raw wood.
There were still many marks on it.

Some images flashed in Qiao Nian’s mind.
She vaguely saw a young lady with her hair in a bun standing in front of the door, letting a handsome young man measure her height.

The young man measured the young lady’s height with his hand.
Holding a carving knife, the young lady gently carved a scratch on the door.

She could vaguely see the smile on the young man’s face.

The young lady was having a good time.
She started carving on the door again.

Qiao Nian’s frown deepened.
She could vaguely hear the young lady calling the young man “Second Brother”.

Suddenly, she came back to her senses and realized that her hand had been placed on the marks.

Her hand gently caressed the marks.
In her daze, she seemed to see the young lady carving marks on the door with a carving knife.

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Their movements gradually synchronized.

Qiao Nian retracted her hand abruptly, her pupils dilating involuntarily.

Could it be that she had carved these marks when she was young?

Qiao Nian slowly straightened her back.
Her gaze fell on the bronze handle, and her eyes gradually darkened.

There seemed to be a voice in Qiao Nian’s heart, clamoring.

“Open it.”

“Open it.”

Qiao Nian’s grip on the door handle tightened.

Something behind the door seemed to be calling her to open it.

Her hands couldn’t stop shaking.

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