The second floor, art practice room.
Qin Yu held the violin in her hand, her head slightly tilted, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly.
The violin sound was slightly gloomy, which was very different from the usual sound that Qin Yu made.
Xu Yaoguang lowered his eyes. It was obvious that his expression wasn't the same anymore. He leaned on the side of the violin and knocked his fingers unconsciously.
He was surrounded by people from the Student Union who had come to listen to Qin Yu practice the violin.
Qin Yu had said today that she wanted to practice a new song, so they had all come ready to record on their mobile phones.
The violin sounded for a minute and suddenly came to an end.
Xu Yaoguang's eyes were dizzy and didn't know what to say.
Seeing that there wasn't any movement, he turned his head and softened his voice when he talked to Qin Yu. His gaze fell on the violin in Qin Yu's hand. "Why did you stop?"
