Tiffany Lynch smirked, glancing at the Pipa cradled in Hannah's arms, her eyes filled with disdain. "So, Hannah, you're going to perform traditional music."
She paused meaningfully, "No wonder you looked down on my violin performance earlier, well, there is indeed a gap between Western and traditional music, just like between you and me."
Upon hearing this, Hannah let out a soft chuckle, walking over to Tiffany and looking at her sideways, "Whether it is sublime themes or grassroots stories, music knows no borders and naturally, there is no hierarchy, just like people, who is to say who is nobler? Don't you think so, Miss Lynch?"
Tiffany could hear the mocking undertones in Hannah's pleasant voice, overlaid with a faint trace of amusement.
As their eyes met, one was calm and filled with mirth, while the other was filled with jealousy and anger.
As swiftly as their confrontation began, it ended.
Tiffany sneered, "I wish you a successful performance then."
