The next day, early morning.
It was bright early, but the room was pitch black.
Before six o’clock, Nora Scott groggily opened her eyes, turned over in confusion, and instinctively snuggled towards the person beside her.
A few seconds later, she suddenly realized and opened her eyes wide in shock, seeing soone’s chin in her dim vision.
???
"Pe-dro Lang-ley."
Nora Scott gritted her teeth and called out that na.
"Hmm."
Pedro Langley, not fully awake yet, instinctively held her tighter upon hearing her voice.
Nora Scott was a bit suspicious if her mory from last night was muddled, "Weren’t you sleeping in the next room?"
"Can’t get used to the bed."
"Nonsense."
Nora Scott squeezed out the word with annoyance.
Pedro kissed her forehead with a grin, "Suddenly missed you, couldn’t sleep well."
"..."
Nora Scott imdiately lost her temper.
After a while, she freed herself from his embrace and crawled out of bed.
Pedro, while still keeping his eyes closed, intuitively held onto her hand and asked, "Not sleeping in?"
"Practicing the bamboo flute," Nora said, withdrawing her hand to adjust the air conditioner temperature a bit higher, and added, "You sleep a bit more."
That’s what she said.
Nora washed up, grabbed her bamboo flute, and wandered off to the study as usual to video call with Julian Linfield, confidently blowing her flute to his expression of numbness.
Next door.
Hearing the disjointed bamboo flute sound, Pedro Langley suddenly sat up.
Since he could rember, Pedro had listened to Flora Loughton’s playing and had never heard anything so awful—
Could it be Marcus Shaw goes through this morning tornt-like Purgatory every day?
Incredible.
It was impossible to sleep like this.
With an indescribable feeling, Pedro Langley left the bedroom and followed the sound to the study entrance. As expected, he saw Nora Scott focused on her flute playing.
She sat cross-legged on the carpet, the morning sunlight casting at an angle through the window, half of her in light and half in shadow. The soft sunlight illuminated her features, and the sight of her with the bamboo flute in front of her, head lowered as she played, was enough to make one overlook the sound and just enjoy the visual beauty.
Pedro Langley: "..."
Suddenly, it was understandable why Flora Loughton repeatedly praised Nora despite her flute playing.
With a face like that... what harm does a bit of noise cause?
"How was it?"
After finishing a piece, Nora looked up at the door.
Pedro glanced outside at the bright sunlight and decided to be sincere, "I’m deaf."
"..." Nora was at a loss, and coldly threatened, "I allow you to think for three seconds before speaking."
"What I said was tactful enough." Julian Linfield, lazily comnted while fanning himself in the courtyard, then curiously asked, "How do you manage to stay at this level for a hundred years, unchanged?"
"I haven’t improved?" Nora asked in confusion, looking at Julian across the phone screen, "Miss Loughton praised yesterday."
Julian Linfield: "..."
Pedro lightly coughed, quite thoughtfully offering an explanation, "She has a filter on."
"..." Nora gave a frosty glance, "And you don’t?"
"..."
Feeling sothing ominous, Pedro fell silent.
Julian, unable to see, only hearing Pedro’s voice, clicked his tongue then asked, "Is that your partner?"
"Yeah."
"Tch." Julian Linfield first snorted disdainfully, then with a deeper aning added, "His words are rather pleasant to hear."
Nora Scott: "..."
So any criticism seems smooth to Julian, right?
"That’s enough for today, I’ve lost hope in you." Julian stood up from the rocking chair, openly mocking without restraint, "Wasted my shopping ti."
"..."
Nora’s fingers touched the chanism on the bamboo flute.
Not a shred of confidence left in the early morning.
She didn’t want to learn anymore.
"Wait a minute."
Just as Julian moved closer to the cara to end the call, Nora suddenly stopped him.
"What?" Julian rolled his eyes, then with a pained face pleaded, "I beg you, you really have no talent."
"Rember the the song for the docuntary?" Nora asked, "They kept asking if we should really credit it as anonymous."
Pausing, Nora added, "I listened to it, the flute duet, it sounds great."
Julian looked at her with amusent and a rare interest, "Even you can tell if sothing sounds good or not?"
"..."
"I have tons of such pieces at ho, a few days ago the roof leaked and ruined so," Julian, with not an ounce of regret, laughed nonchalantly, his eyes sowhat proud, "Do I care?"
"..."
Nora was speechless.
It’s the sa as always, so people, no matter how highly they’re regarded by others, the mont you have minor contact, the facade crumbles.
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