"What are we going to do here?" I asked, pretending to be clueless. It was obvious we were in the music room now, and surely Jiyeon wanted both of us to practice singing for that competition.

"Come sit here," she said with a bright smile, motioning to the seat beside her that facing a grand white piano in the middle of the room.The ivory surface of the piano gleamed under the soft light of the room, its elegant curves and intricate woodwork adding a touch of sophistication to the space. Despite my initial hesitation, I found myself drawn to its beauty and finally settled down next to Jiyeon.

As her fingers delicately danced across the keys, she began to play a mesmerizing melody, one that resonated deeply within me. I was taken aback by her skill; I hadn't known she could play the piano so beautifully!

After the final note, she turned to me, anticipation in her eyes. "What did you think?" she asked, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. I couldn't help but be sincere in my praise.

"That was amazing! You're really talented. Even it's my first time listening to the song you played, but I really love it." I complimented, genuinely impressed. However, her reaction wasn't what I expected. Her expression shifted once again, her features contorting with pain and sadness. Did I said something wrong?

"Don't you remember? You... really don't remember? This song..." Her voice trailed off, heavy with emotion. I hung on to her every word, anticipating a continuation, but the sile