The beautiful lody of the cello reverberated throughout the hall, suppressing the discordant sounds.
Cheng Bing was enveloped by the music, but she had no mind to appreciate it. She focused on Gu Tong’s emotionless face, saying, "I really can’t understand you anymore!"
Mother-in-law poisons, no questioning!
Misunderstandings abound, no explanation!
Swallowing grievances, seeking to pacify, suppressing the urge.
When will it ever end! This isn’t the Gu Tong she knows, nor the Gu Tong that she should be.
Cheng Bing couldn’t believe it; a short month of marriage could grind her friend’s edges off so thoroughly!
She understood Gu Tong, the friend who grew up with her, she was steel, artillery, concrete. Even when faced with a brick wall, she would only push it down, never endure it.
So...
Cheng Bing was left puzzled, her heart brimming with speculation, more urgently wanting to know what Gu Tong really wanted to do...
Gu Tong’s hazy eyes gradually opened. Her dark pupils were filled with icy coldness. She focused on the center of the stage and said, "What I want is simple; just to return everything that she attached to ."
What you do not want done to yourself, do not do to others. All the suffering Gu Tong experienced in her past life would beco Qiu Xue’s entire future, this is retribution!
The cello’s lody quickened, rising and falling, alternating yin and yang, stirring the emotions of the entire scene. Bei Jiafei showcased the beautiful music with her skilled artistry.
Amidst the entwining music, Cheng Bing gazed at Gu Tong, her mind echoing with the words spoken earlier, turning into question marks that exploded in her mind.
Return? How to return? Return what?
What exactly does she intend to do...
’Twang――’
The abrupt sound of a string snapping transmitted throughout the venue via the microphone. The audience looked at the stage, yet they understood what had happened.
At this crucial mont, the cello’s string unexpectedly broke...
Bei Jiafei’s delicate little hand paused. She gazed brightly at Gu Tong offstage, knowing internally that this crucial mont was about to unfold...
...
"My piece is a solo. If I go on stage to perform, I need a reason to be penalized, right..."
"The opportunity is on stage! By then, you’ll naturally discover it. Rescuing a faltering show is different from other performances. You’re doing it for the stage, and whatever you do then, no one will bla you."
Gu Tong, with her eyelids drooping, lazily spoke these words, but Bei Jiafei was still perplexed. She didn’t understand what opportunity Gu Tong was referring to, nor what she should do herself.
However...
Bei Jiafei knew she could only trust Gu Tong, could only act according to what she said.
...
The mories dissipated, and Bei Jiafei’s hand finally left the cello. As soon as she touched the cello, she realized it had been tampered with. She was the perforr, the owner of the cello; she knew everything about it.
But precisely because of this, she genuinely understood the aning of saving the show; this was only the beginning of the performance.
Thinking this, she picked up the microphone that projected the cello’s sound, already prepared.
...
"A huge oversight at the trainees’ celebration! What kind of stage managent are you doing! The leaders are all watching from below the stage, do you want to be reprimanded?"
Professor Shen Yuelan from the arts class had completely exploded. She pointed at the useless stage hands, already consud with rage, her endless fury spilling out, "What are you standing around for! Quickly call Qiu Xue to save the show! Useless, all of you useless!"
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