He Siyu clasped her hands tightly, like a praying maiden, but her mouth kept rambling.
A young man sitting in front of them twitched his ears.
"Maybe it’s Sitian’s own request, and Uncle and Aunt couldn’t bear it, so they agreed. That’s why they accompanied her here!"
ng Hao replied softly, his words mainly to comfort He Siyu.
He wanted to tell He Siyu that her parents weren’t intentionally ignoring her, but it was for He Sitian, after all, she was injured, she’s the vulnerable one.
The young man in the front row also heard ng Hao’s whisper.
His eyes flickered as if he thought of sothing: Yes, "He Sitian" has been playing the piano since childhood, participating in nurous competitions or events.
But most of the ti, she didn’t have her parents accompanying her.
This ti, "He Sitian" is no longer a child, doesn’t need her family’s presence at all, yet her parents ca along.
There’s definitely an issue here!
This person thought quickly, and within a few minutes, ca up with an idea.
When He Tiantian appeared on stage in her performance gown, she bowed to all the invited guests and the audience.
The guest seats and audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.
As usual, He Tiantian would walk to the piano amid applause and then deliver her performance.
At this mont, amid the rising and falling applause, a man’s voice suddenly echoed: "He Sitian, are you trying to deceive the audience!"
This shout was loud and piercing.
Of course, amidst the applause, isolated shouts wouldn’t attract much attention.
But, this person not only shouted but also stood up directly in the audience.
This beca very conspicuous.
The applause gradually ceased, and guests and audiences whispered among themselves.
For a mont, the scene beca sowhat chaotic!
He Siyu was shocked and covered her mouth, as the person suspected of causing trouble was standing right in front of her.
Who is this person?
Why cause trouble at this mont?
He Siyu never expected that this paparazzo mingling in the audience, having heard her mumbling, would think of confronting publicly.
He Tiantian was slightly surprised, but remained composed.
She had experienced many grand scenes, and this was just a minor case.
She raised both hands, made a gentle pressing motion, and asked the host for a microphone.
The guests and audience saw this, becoming even more perplexed.
Nevertheless, they stopped whispering.
The scene quieted down.
He Tiantian held the microphone and said to the young man with a deliberate look, "What do you want to say, dear guest?"
"To my knowledge, four months ago, you had an accident; while playing piano in the hotel lobby, a falling chandelier injured your hand!"
This paparazzo didn’t waste words, but went straight to the point.
"The dia and fans are very concerned about you, but your parents publicly stated you were indeed injured, yet the surgery was quite successful!"
The paparazzo raised his head, looking straight at He Tiantian, "Ms. He Sitian, is this true?"
He Tiantian raised an eyebrow, "It’s true, I was indeed injured, with a rupture in my right-hand tendon."
While speaking, He Tiantian raised her right hand, flipping it back and forth a few tis, seemingly wanting the paparazzo and audience to see clearly.
Tian Huimin and He Yannian, sitting in the front row, felt both tense and concerned upon their daughter being questioned about her injury in public.
They feared their daughter hadn’t adjusted psychologically yet; they felt distressed seeing her reveal her scars publicly.
The accident four months ago was undoubtedly the biggest trauma in their daughter Sitian’s life, her life’s turning point.
Although she recovered, although it didn’t truly cause disability, the psychological harm to He Sitian still existed.
Today marked Sitian’s first public performance after her recovery, already tense and uneasy, only to have soone deliberately ntion her injury!
Mr. and Mrs. He truly feared their daughter couldn’t bear it.
Upon hearing the words "tendon rupture," the audience was astonished.
The guests and audience attending the music festival, even if not specializing in music, had so understanding.
Everyone knew the significance of hand tendons for a pianist.
With a ruptured tendon, even if sutured, it’s hard to restore its original state.
Perhaps she could still play violin or other instrunts.
But piano?
"My surgery was fairly successful, the tendon was sutured excellently, but my hand beca sowhat inflexible—"
He Tiantian continued speaking.
The troublemaking paparazzo interrupted He Tiantian, asking bluntly, "Since you can’t play the piano anymore, why participate in this music festival?"
Although the audience found the person rude and malicious, what he said wasn’t entirely baseless.
They didn’t discriminate against injured pianists, but "He Sitian," as a pianist, shouldn’t she also respect the audience a little?
He Tiantian calmly looked at the paparazzo, coldly stating, "Who said I can’t play the piano anymore?"
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