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

it’s not enough to describe it

Sofia goes, Finley must appear by

called her for a

the Lake District.

by the lake, and sometimes she would be in a daze, and he would accompany her in

to ride a bicycle on the mountain trails, or go kayaking on the river, and even

her there once and never again, for fear that she would

roof of the old castle drawing, and Finley

very large, and the white marble is carved with various simple patterns. The

skirt and a long beige sweater

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painting the lake

the beanbag beside him, Finley was holding his laptop

along, quiet, peaceful, not crossing

here, draw a stop, how good it would

phone. It was an ocean line, an unfamiliar number from NY.

is his private account, only a few of the closest people around him know.

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

“Finley! Help me!”