Lu Qingyi leans back in her chair, her legs casually slung over the armrests, her eyes glued to her phone, her entire being exuding an air of nonchalance.
Yang Liu: "..."
The performance is about to begin. However, Lu Qingyi doesn't seem nervous at all, she's completely laid back, as if it doesn't concern her at all.
"Qingyi, do you need to practice?" Yang Liu points to a piano nearby.
"No thanks." Lu Qingyi lazily lifts her eyelid, refusing.
Yang Liu: "..."
She's never heard Lu Qingyi play. What if something goes wrong?
"Sister, aren't you nervous?" Lu Jiayue comes running over, gasping for breath.
Lu Qingyi looks at Lu Jiayue but doesn't say a word.
"Drink some water. I was also very nervous the first time I went on stage. Try to relax, you'll definitely be okay."
Lu Jiayue makes an encouraging gesture and hands Lu Qingyi the mineral water in her hand.
"I'm not nervous."
Lu Qingyi's gaze is still on her phone, oblivious to the water that Lu Jiayue tries to hand to her.
