Li Beinian's fingers were moving significantly more slowly than Tong Yujia's on the piano.
This song wasn't a heavy or sad one, but it sounded grand and steady.
More people gathered around now as they watched her.
Her back upright, her fingers slender.
The skepticism had dissipated at this point.
But Li Beinian had no idea that they'd changed their impressions of her. Her fingers simply moved faster on the piano, as the song got more light-hearted and the tempo picked up in speed.
She could picture a scene in her head as she played the tune.
A dark and abandoned factory, rats scuttling around the alleys…
Her eyes being covered, as she heard quarrels and crashing sounds.
The sounds of glass bottles shattering and a woman screaming… as well as a man's deep panting.
She had no idea what was going on around her.
'Alright, make sure she can never speak again.'
'Why don't you just kill her?'
