Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 340

He smiled wryly, put Sofia’s right hand on the keys, and said hoarsely, “How about we play together like this?”

“My left hand, your right hand?”

Sofia looked up at Finley, and the past moment of the duo flashed into her mind, merged with the present scene.

Daisy was walking with Justin by the lake, and suddenly a song dedicated to Alice was uploaded from the window on the second floor.

“Sofia’s hands can play the piano?” Daisy’s eyes lit up, then she shook her head, it’s impossible!

Didn’t the doctor say that her hand would never recover again, why can she still hear the sound of piano music? Could it be that Mr. Stwart played it? It doesn’t feel like it.

But I can finally hear the sound of the piano, which can be regarded as the first step.

In the evening, the doctor who made an appointment before arrived at the castle accompanied by Paul.

In order to facilitate Sofia’s treatment, there was a special medical room in the castle. Sofia received two hours of psychological intervention in it, and the effect was better than expected.

Finley couldn’t help but heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he took her away from the troubled place in NY, and now

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everything is better.

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to the room to rest first, and he stayed to listen to some matters explained

days, Finley almost became Sofia’s exclusive follower, no, it’s not enough to describe it as

Finley must appear

as she woke up, Finley called her for a morning

the Lake District.

would accompany her in a daze, and he would ignore everything in the company, and do whatever he

trails, or go kayaking on the river, and even took her to go

Finley took her there once and never

the old castle drawing, and Finley finally had time to remotely process hundreds of emails from the company.

is carved with various simple patterns. The Swiss climate in this season is

and a long beige sweater

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easel, painting the

the beanbag beside him, Finley was holding

are used to this way of getting along, quiet, peaceful, not crossing the line, and

stop, how good it would be if it went on like this

phone. It was an ocean line, an

This is his private account, only a few of the closest people

so he quickly picked it up, but he didn’t expect that Ellie’s cry came from the other

“Finley! Help me!”