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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asked Sofia to go back to the room to rest first, and he stayed to listen to some matters explained by the psychologist, and finally made a treatment plan with Paul.

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

goes, Finley must appear

woke up, Finley called her for a

the Lake District.

she would be in a daze, and he would accompany her in a daze, and he would ignore everything in

her to ride a bicycle on the mountain trails, or go kayaking on

her there once and never again, for fear that she would be too tired.

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

with various

was wearing a long skirt and a long beige sweater

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front of the easel, painting the lake

was holding his laptop

getting along, quiet, peaceful,

here, draw a stop, how good it would

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

This is his private account, only a few of the

he quickly picked it

“Finley! Help me!”