After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 16: Rebirth of Blood and Notes
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fox." After saying that, she slowly slashed the knife across her neck. At that moment, blood splattered everywhere, like a cruel red rain curtain.

Jiang Cimu rushed forward in shock and tried to snatch the knife from Sang Shuwan. He was as fast as lightning, but he was still a step too late. When he snatched the knife from Sang Shuwan's hand, Sang Shuwan's face was completely disfigured, blood was constantly flowing from the wound, and the beautiful face could no longer be seen. Her eyes were full of pain and relief, and her body slowly fell down.

"Wanwan, what are you doing? Mr. Fox is most afraid of losing you, don't you know?" Jiang Cimu held the fallen Sang Shuwan, his hands trembling constantly, and he was completely terrified. His eyes were full of despair and self-blame, as if the world had collapsed at this moment.

"Mr. Fox, don't worry, I'm just disfigured. I just reappeared in this world with a different identity." Sang Shuwan uttered these words tremblingly, and then passed out. Her voice was as weak as a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

Jiang Cimu hurriedly asked someone to find the best plastic surgeon in the world. In the luxuriously decorated consultation room, Jiang Cimu talked to the doctor anxiously. "These days, she needs to rest well and not be exposed to any stimulation. And her face can no longer be restored to its original appearance. So we found the best plastic surgeon in the world, Mr. Jiang, don't worry anymore." The doctor's face was serious and professional, and his eyes revealed a hint of confidence.

"Okay, thank you very much. I hope you can relieve her pain during the operation." Jiang Cimu's eyes were full of gratitude and expectation. He held the doctor's hand tightly, as if he was holding Sang Shuwan's future.

"That's for sure. Okay, we'll come and do plastic surgery on her in a few days. You can discuss it with her." The doctor nodded, then turned and left the consultation room.

After Jiang Cimu sent the doctor away, he slowly walked into Sang Shuwan's ward. The ward was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, white walls, soft beds, and warm sunlight pouring in through the window.

Jiang Cimu looked at Sang Shuwan lying on the hospital bed, at her sleeping face. Even though there were many scars on her face, her former beauty could still be seen from her outline. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like two tired butterflies. Jiang Cimu gently covered her with the quilt. His movements were gentle and slow, as if he was protecting the most fragile treasure in the world.

Seeing that Sang Shuwan was sleeping soundly, he quietly walked out of the ward.

Hearing no movement in the ward, Sang Shuwan suddenly opened her eyes. There was a trace of self-blame and determination in her eyes. Although she blamed herself for not telling Mr. Fox about this matter in advance, if she had told him, she was afraid that he would not agree to hurt herself so easily, because he usually regarded her as a treasure, and he couldn't bear to see her get hurt.

However, this time when she is reborn, she will turn the tide. She is no longer the same person she was before, and she will not be easily hurt by others.

On the day of the operation, Sang Shuwan had a very sweet dream. The world in her dream seemed to have nothing to do with her past. There were only her and Mr. Fox.

At the moment of dawn, the sky was pale, and the soft light was sprinkled on the streets and alleys of the city like a veil. Sang Shuwan carefully combed her long hair, and the silky hair fell smoothly on her shoulders. A few strands of hair curled playfully, adding a bit of agility and playfulness to her. She carried the pink bag printed with HelloKetty on her back, and the bow on the bag swayed gently in the breeze, as if telling the girl's thoughts. Sang Shuwan walked briskly towards the towering office building, her heart full of expectations for a new day. Today she came early on purpose, just because the music room stored a lot of music learning materials that were crucial to her. Those materials were like a lighthouse for her to sail in the ocean of music, guiding her to continue to explore and progress. For her, the music room is not just a room, but more like a magical castle. Every corner exudes the charm of music, attracting her to keep getting closer.

Sang Shuwan walked into the elevator. The light in the elevator was soft and bright, reflecting on her fair face. She pressed the button to the ninth floor. As the elevator slowly rose, she felt an inexplicable excitement. When the elevator door opened gently on the ninth floor, she walked along the corridor with smooth marble floors. The sound of her high heels hitting the ground echoed in the empty corridor.

When she passed by the music room, a melodious and pleasant piano sound like the sound of nature entered her ears like a lively spirit. The beautiful melody seemed to have an invisible magic, gently pulling her soul and making her stop involuntarily. Each note was like a crystal clear water drop, jumping and flashing in the air, and together they formed a gurgling river of music, tightly wrapping her heart.

She saw that the door of the music room was half-open, as if silently inviting her. With a hint of curiosity and expectation, she tiptoed closer, looking like an explorer about to step into a mysterious garden. What came into her sight was Jiang Cimu, who seemed to have walked out of a fairy tale world. He sat in front of the piano, his elegant figure caressed by the sun like a beautiful painting.

Jiang Cimu was wearing a finely tailored dark grey suit, the fabric of which was slightly shiny, as if exuding a noble aura. The slim fit perfectly outlined his broad shoulders and tight waist, showing off his tall and muscular figure. He wore a moon-white shirt underneath, and a dark blue gemstone bow tie was tied at the collar of the shirt. The gemstone on the bow tie sparkled mysteriously and luxuriously under the sunlight, like the brightest star in the night sky.

His fringe trembled slightly, and his profile was like a sculpture master's most proud work in the sunlight, with deep and clear contours. His sword-like eyebrows were inserted into his temples, and his eyes were deep and bright, like a clear spring reflecting the bright starry sky, revealing his inherent dignity and coldness. His high nose bridge was like a mountain, straight and resolute, adding a sense of three-dimensionality to his face. His thin lips were slightly raised, with a hint of intoxication in the world of music, as if he was having a silent and affectionate conversation with the piano.

His slender, bony fingers danced freely on the black and white keys, as if they were one with the piano. Every time he pressed a key, it was as if he was touching the soul of the music. As the last few notes fell, the song ended, but the lingering sound still echoed in the air, as if the spirit of music was reluctantly saying goodbye.

Sang Shuwan could hardly suppress his excitement. He clapped his hands rapidly and enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with light like bright stars.

"Wow, your playing is absolutely amazing!!! This is not human music, it's simply heavenly music. I feel like I'm in a fairyland, surrounded by the magic of notes." Her voice was full of undisguised admiration and praise. Every word was like a note leaping out from the bottom of her heart, full of vitality and enthusiasm.

Jiang Ci Mu turned his head slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. That smile was like a spring breeze, gently blowing through people's hearts.

(End of this chapter)