Backstage, there was a similar sense of astonishment.
"I really didn't expect Xiao Han's piano skills to be so amazing."
"If we'd known, we should have made his piece the final show-stopping performance."
The program team exclaimed in surprise.
Lan Yudie stared blankly at Xiao Han's silhouette on the stage, her excitement equally astonishing and incredulous. The more she thought about it, the more she felt the girl Xiao Han spoke of was herself. The rhythm of the piano, the melody, and that graceful tune all conveyed an overwhelming sense of sorrow. Maybe bystanders were indifferent, but she, the person concerned, was deeply invested.
"Searching for Her?" Lan Yudie muttered wistfully, "Xiao Han, are you searching for me? You fool, I'm right behind you."
Lan Yudie increasingly enmeshed herself in this quagmire, unaware that in Xiao Han's heart hid a girl in white, a willful girl in white.
