She seemed like a creator, standing high above the stage, deserving the adoration of everyone.
This was the magic of piano music.
Even those who didn't understand music were stirred by Mei Shu's piece, their hearts surging, and their bodies craving a vent for their pent-up emotions.
But they could only sit here and express their appreciation for Mei Shu's heartfelt performance with thunderous applause.
Someone couldn't contain their excitement and personally walked to the front of the stage, presenting Mei Shu with a bouquet of flowers, pushing the atmosphere to its peak.
Feng Wei sat on the judging panel with a grim expression.
She didn't expect Mei Shu to have such impressive piano skills.
The emotions conveyed in her piece were something Mei Mu could never learn.
And based on that alone, Mei Mu probably could never surpass her.
