After Situ Yue was ready, she nodded to the director.
The director waved his hand, and the lights in the performance hall went out, leaving only the one spotlight on Situ Yue.
Old Master Xun, sitting in the audience, looked at Situ Yue with a complex expression.
As Situ Yue began to play her violin, the complexity of Old Master Xun's feelings deepened.
Objectively speaking, Situ Yue's talent was truly remarkable. As long as she settled down and practiced her violin diligently to improve her skill, she would undoubtedly become a rising star in the violin world given time.
He truly cherished such talent.
But why did this child have to be so wayward and stray off the path?
For someone in the arts, if one's heart isn't in the right place, even the highest of talents becomes meaningless.
Suddenly, Old Master Xun furrowed his brows.
Uncle Qian and several other teachers by his side also frowned.
