149: Echoes of Soul; that was all the confirmation he need
A few moments later, in Yan Hansheng's music room, two men sat in front of the piano, hands resting on the piano keys as they prepared themselves to play a duet.
The sunlight filtered in, falling on the fluffy locks of Lin FenXiang's raven hair and spilling into his amber irises, giving them a particular shine.
Yan Hansheng averted his eyes, feeling breathlessness set in as his boyfriend lowered his eyelids while looking down at the piano, his posture completely poised as of a seasoned musician.
Behind them stood an easel, with a posting canvas mounted atop it as a colour palette splashed with a mixture of different colours lay on the floor along with paint brushes of various sizes as the painting was left to dry while its painter joined Yan Hansheng on the piano.
“Ready?“ Lin FenXiang asked, his lips pressed into a straight line as he spoke in a low but gentle voice. “I haven't played in a long time, so I might screw this up, so bear with me.“