Ren He stood at the entrance of the Juilliard School of Music, gazing at the beautiful glass building before him. This Juilliard itself was like a piece of artwork, standing tall in the center of New York City.
Thinking back to when he first came for Yang Xi, he had started by writing scores for others online, and then came to perform live. It was truly an exhaustive effort.
But upon reflection, that period was exceptionally beautiful—free from worries, spending each day with the students and respected by all.
Even Ren He never imagined he would be so adored; the students didn't look at him with the fanatical eyes of Knight's fans. Instead, there was more aspiration for the arts, knowledge, and skill.
How wonderfully simple were the inter-personal relationships; even Ren He himself started to like this feeling.
