Knock knock knock—
The assistant knocked on the door and came in to inform Shen Yunshu that she was about to go on stage.
Shen Yunshu finished fixing her makeup, took the violin handed to her by her assistant, and walked out of the backstage dressing room.
The lights in the hall were turned off, and a white spotlight shone from the top of the circular stage.
Shen Yunshu, dressed in a champagne-colored strapless gown, appeared behind the red curtain amidst applause.
She picked up her violin and played her signature piece.
Beautiful and melodious music echoed in the hall.
Lu Zhiwei put her phone on silent mode and quietly enjoyed the musical feast.
She was intently focused on the stage, unaware that Ruan Jizhou beside her was staring at her without blinking.
When she noticed that people were following her, she turned her head and caught Ruan Jizhou red-handed: "Is there something on my face?"
Ruan Jizhou nodded.
"What is it?" Lu Zhiwei gently wiped her cheeks.
"It's beautiful."
“…” Lu Zhiwei paused slightly.
Shen Yunshu played five pieces in a row before the intermission.
At that moment, the stage lights fell on a tall, masked man in a black suit, who was holding an expensive violin as he slowly walked onto the stage.
Stand in the center of the stage.
Long, slender, fair fingers pulled the bowstring.
A poignant and beautiful song, "Confession Night," resounded throughout the Golden Hall.
The skillful violin playing was captivating.
The man was shrouded in an aura of deep melancholy, accompanied by mournful music.
It's like a confession, but even more like a repentance.
Lu Zhiwei stared intently at the man on the stage.
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