The club activity room was unusually quiet; everyone watched the figure playing the violin by the window, immersed in the slightly melancholic and lingering music.
Those slender, fair fingers pressed down on the neck of the violin while the bow moved back and forth with the body, the music flowing finely until the distant sunset began to set and the world became gradually peaceful.
After she stopped playing, the girl opened her eyes, looked at the quiet crowd, and gently set the violin down on her shoulder, as if she didn't want to disturb everyone.
It took a while before people emerged from the lingering sound of the music, and then they clapped cheerfully.
"I didn't expect it to be so pleasant; even I was moved," several people at the scene commented. Although they weren't professionals, they felt the performance was far superior to common ones.
"Thank you," Tilan said, thanking them again and then looking for a topic to slowly shift everyone's attention.
