Qingxue looked at her in disbelief—
Mingming initially felt very regretful.
Because she knew there was no piano anymore, because she knew it was impossible to compete.
Because she knew, so when she received the notification for the second round of the competition, she was sad and regretful, all her happiness washed away by these feelings.
But at this moment, the mist in her eyes seemed to turn into droplets, about to roll down from her eyes.
"Sis, do you really... agree to let me continue in the competition?"
"Don't you like it very much? Why not continue? But you have to promise your sister to adjust your mood and not overstrain yourself. There's still a month until the next round of the competition, and you'll definitely have been discharged from the hospital by then." She comforted Qingxue in this way.
Qingxue was both happy and a little sad, "But... but with our family situation... the piano..."
