Bertrand has always been deeply saddened by Lu Xingzhi’s early marriage.
She’s so beautiful and plays the piano so well—if she hadn’t married early, who knows how many people would be pursuing her!
Such an outstanding girl should have more romances.
"This is not sothing you need to worry about. If you have any dissatisfaction with , there’s nothing I can do about it. In our country, there’s a saying: ’It’s better to tear down a temple than to break up a marriage.’ Your perspective is wrong."
Huo Jincheng respects Bertrand, but on this matter, there’s absolutely no room for compromise.
"She and I are just right together," Huo Jincheng said.
Bertrand looked at him with disdain, but ultimately said nothing more.
As long as Little Angel is happy, that’s all that matters.
However, no matter how he looks at Huo Jincheng, Bertrand still finds him an eyesore.
"It doesn’t seem too cheesy for a grown man to say such things?" Bertrand appreciates Huo Jincheng, but he also finds him a bit disagreeable.
It’s not just him—even Yun Yan had similar thoughts.
But there’s nothing to be done about it.
"This is just expressing affection; isn’t this sothing your country teaches?" Huo Jincheng said with justified confidence.
The French are naturally romantic, direct, and passionately flamboyant.
Bertrand: "..."
Could he say that he just couldn’t stand how smug Huo Jincheng was?
After having dinner there, Huo Jincheng took Lu Xingzhi and left.
However, the very next day, Bertrand fell ill.
Judging by the situation, it seed bad.
Lu Xingzhi was very worried, yet she couldn’t show it.
Because the teacher didn’t allow it, and the teacher was calr than she was, so she couldn’t be anxious.
"Don’t worry, it’ll be okay." Huo Jincheng tightly held Lu Xingzhi’s hand, giving her strength.
"Yes, it’ll be okay." Lu Xingzhi could only comfort herself this way.
But they both knew that even if the teacher recovered this ti, his future ti would only be even shorter.
After coming out of the ergency room, the doctor directly told them that Bertrand didn’t have much ti left.
"Prepare a concert for ! Before I leave, I want one more farewell performance. Don’t let others know I’m ill." Bertrand didn’t need sympathy; he was a hall-level master.
His performances would only be exceedingly sought-after.
He said this to Edmond, and very calmly.
From the ti he knew he was ill until now, he’d always been very calm; until the end, he wouldn’t let others know about his illness.
"I must attend the teacher’s concert. It will definitely be highly sought-after; teacher, you must save a few tickets." Though Lu Xingzhi felt terrible inside, she said with a smile.
"Of course." Bertrand didn’t ntion anything about his recent trip to the ergency room; everyone chose to deliberately ignore it.
Edmond was already capable of handling things single-handedly; things were done quickly and smoothly.
A month later, Bertrand’s concert took place.
Lu Xingzhi, Huo Jincheng, and Edmond sat together, watching the man on stage who had beco much thinner.
He was a top piano master, but perhaps because he was too exceptional, fate always gave them so much while taking even more away.
Like health.
The concert was extrely successful, and afterward, Bertrand suddenly stood up and slowly began to speak.
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