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The moonlight outside also seemed to see the endless spring scenery in the room, so he quietly hid.

Ye Tian Cheng dozed off. As he could not fall asleep due to the sweat on his body, he struggled to get up. He dragged his extremely tired body to the bathroom and barely took a bath.

Moreover, perhaps it was because he had eaten less when he was at Bai Li Sheng's side, or perhaps it was due to him "exhausting" too much of his energy from the exercise just now.

He went downstairs and rummaged through the fridge. There were quite a lot of dishes, but it was already so late in the night and everyone was sleeping, making too much noise. When he woke up Eggs or some other servants, he would have to trouble them to get up.

In order to make things easier, An Yi Mo took two eggs and a tomato. After only a few minutes of stir-frying, one of the tomato eggs was already fried and the water on the other side that was already boiling hot.

After the noodles were cooked, he scooped them up and put them into a soup bowl. He sprinkled the tomato and egg on top of it and sprinkled the scallion on top.

After continuously eating a few mouthfuls of noodles, his stomach no longer growled and the fury in An Yi Mo's heart had somewhat subsided.

Ye Tian Cheng this bastard, always using that move, how despicable!

As he was thinking about this unhappily, he ate half of the noodles unconsciously. Suddenly, he heard Beethoven's piano piece.

Who was still listening to the music at this late hour? Could it be that it was the same as An Yi Mo, who couldn't sleep?

An Yi Mo shook his head, he did not care and continued to eat the noodles.

After eating two mouthfuls, he felt that something was wrong.

The sound of the piano did not seem to be the sound used in the servant's room, but it was of a very good quality, as if it was being played on the spot.

When he first came down, Ye Tian Cheng was already asleep. Seeing how he was sleeping, it was impossible for him to wake up so quickly and still have the mood to get up and listen to music, right?

Could it be Ye Yuan Bin?

At his age, it was most likely that he would not be able to sleep at this time. However, the sound of the music did not seem to come from his floor, nor from the direction in which he lived.

Where did it come from? This voice … It seemed to be coming from the third floor.

Why was there a sound on the third floor?

Ye Hua Yun's personality was skittish, and he often acted out of the ordinary. It was most likely that she would start playing music at this time of day.

An Yi Mo laughed, thinking that although he had given her a present that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Ye Hua Yun was still a good person.

Returning to the dining hall, listening to the almost indiscernible piano music, An Yi Mo quickly finished the remaining half bowl of noodles, then returned to the kitchen and refilled the bowl with noodles. He poured the leftover tomato and eggs onto his face, placed them on a tray and carried it up to the third floor.

When Ye Huayu woke up at this moment, she must be very hungry as well. She would definitely like the bowl of noodles that was cooked.

An Yi Mo was wearing slippers as he walked up the stairs. He was silent, but the more she walked up, the louder the sound of the piano.

But as she walked, she felt that something was wrong.

The piano music was getting louder and louder, but An Yi Mo could clearly feel that the piano music was getting further and further away from him.

Holding the noodles in his hand, he suddenly shuddered and slowed down his steps.

He was afraid and suspicious in his heart, but more importantly, he was curious. He gathered his courage, held the bowl of noodles in his hands while trembling and slowed down his pace, slowly walking toward the door to Ye Hua Yun's room.

Inside Ye Hua Yun's room, it was completely silent. Under the door, it was completely dark, and not a single ray of light could be seen. Furthermore, listening closely to the door, it was so quiet that Ye Hua Yun's breathing could not be heard.

An Yi Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a chill run down his spine …

She turned her head and looked at the other end of the long corridor with a pale expression. Her heart pounded as it sped up. She was extremely afraid.

She could even feel her hands start to tremble and her entire body was shaking. She was very careful since she was holding a bowl of noodles, so she held on tightly to her hands so that her body wouldn't be shaking so badly.

Taking two steps forward, stopping in front of a window sill, and carefully placing down the bowl of noodles, An Yi Mo heaved a sigh of relief. His eyes stared at the end of the long corridor for a while, and then taking a deep breath, his face was filled with determination, as though he had made a huge decision.

On that side was the direction to the attic.

The sound of the piano came from there …

The attic, the mysterious attic. Why would there be music?

The first time she met the wheelchair boy with blue eyes in the pavilion, she was also attracted by the music and secretly went up to the pavilion to see the breathtaking young man.

But later on, she was knocked out somehow and woke up inexplicably in Ye Tian Cheng's room. Whether it was Ye Tian Cheng or the Eggs, they both told her that it was just her dream.

At that time, she also suspected that she was dreaming. She even thought that she was too tired and had hallucinated.

But now?

Not now!

She even pinched her own arm, causing a sharp pain. She was sure that this was definitely not a dream. This was definitely not a dream!

After taking in a deep breath, An Yi Mo took light steps forward, bent down, and held onto his slippers. Step by step, he walked towards the end of the long corridor …

After reaching the end, he walked to the entrance of the stairs leading to the pavilion. An Yi Mo saw that the iron gate in the middle of the road was still open.

An Yi Mo's heart was' thump thump '. Unknowingly, even his breathing had been deliberately suppressed, becoming as small as possible.

When she reached the end of the stairs, at the entrance of the pavilion, An Yi Mo placed her hand on the door, causing her hands to tremble slightly.

She should have knocked on the door, but she was curious in her heart. Furthermore, Ye Tian Cheng had denied his words many times, she really wanted to know if there was anyone in the pavilion, whether it was her imagination, or Ye Tian Cheng hiding some shocking secret from her.

Her intuition told her that Ye Tian Cheng marrying her for no reason might really be related to the owner of the piano.

Thinking till this point, An Yi Mo took a deep breath, clenched his fingers on the door tightly, bit his lips, thought for a moment, and pushed open the door with the fastest speed possible.

The piano stopped playing, the room was illuminated by the dim yellow light, An Yi Mo saw the familiar scene, staggered, fell backwards, almost falling down.

This, this was clearly the exact same scene she had seen when she accidentally broke into the attic the first time.

Luxurious furnishings, a clean house, and a white piano.

Most importantly, there was a wheelchair in front of the piano. On the wheelchair, there was still a young man sitting on it.

His light brown hair was slightly curled up, and obediently stuck to his head. Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, he suddenly stopped the music, turned his head in shock, and stared fixedly at An Yi Mo, who had suddenly appeared in front of him with a pair of deep blue eyes.

This gaze was extremely similar to the scene when he had appeared for the first time.

An Yi Mo opened his eyes wide, without blinking, afraid that he would faint again. When he woke up, he realized that it was a dream, an illusion.

The moment she opened her mouth to speak, the youth on the wheelchair seemed to be disturbed. He snapped out of his daze, withdrew his gaze, turned the wheelchair, and was about to leave.

"You … "Halt." An Yi Mo called out to him.

However, how could he be willing to listen? He turned the wheelchair from the side of the piano and moved his hands quickly. The wheel of the wheelchair rapidly turned, moving towards the east side of the room.

An Yi Mo was already prepared. Barefooted, he quickly dashed inside and extended his hand to grab the wheelchair.

Although the wheelchair was fast, how could it be faster than An Yi Mo's speed?

An Yi Mo used his sprinting speed to rush over, he fiercely grabbed the uppermost pole on the back of the wheelchair and pulled it.

The wheelchair moved forward, but An Yi Mo held on tightly, and finally, the wheelchair stopped.

"Who are you? Why did you run when you saw me? " An Yi Mo firmly grabbed onto his wheelchair, and grinded his teeth as he squeezed out a few words.

The youth in the wheelchair seemed to still be struggling as he turned the wheelchair. An Yi Mo used even more strength to pull on it, then bent down to buckle the wheelchair. This time, no matter how he turned, he wouldn't be able to move.

An Yi Mo hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and slowly walked to the front of the wheelchair with bare feet …

wheelchair boy turned his head and closed his eyes, his face full of distress.