When you moved in,it was a piano there. Occasionally you’d hear what seemed to be a violin playing. Most of the times,you’d have to stop playing and take a break. It was always that one melody.

Ningguang,your late wife,always sang that melody and played it with you. Whenever you try and play it now,it feels like she’s still there,playing with you.

Yet her ghost stood there,her expression sad as she watch you break down again.

“I’m right here..”

she spoke helplessly.