In a span of seconds, the lightings on the stage changed again. Soft violin music poured forth slowly into the background, but the violinist was nowhere in sight.
As Xuxu fixed her eyes on the stage, the red curtain pulled open bit by bit. It revealed a woman dressed in a deep red cheongsum
She captivated every soul.
Her hands moved gracefully on the violin fret. Her eyes were closed—she was fully absorbed in her performance.
The audience started whispering to one another. All of them only spoke compliments about her grace and poise.
Xuxu retracted her gaze from the stage. With her head lowered, she curled her lips in self-mockery. She just couldn't bear hearing people's praises for Fang Jiayin.
