The melodious, story-filled violin music, carrying a faint tremor, faded into the rustling wind and snow.
No one spoke on the terrace.
Only the whooshing of wind through the treetops and the soft rustle of snowflakes landing on the ground remained.
Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei, standing beneath the awning, seemed as though they had been struck by an immobilizing spell, frozen where they stood.
Their mouths hung open, yet no sound came out.
The scene before them felt more unreal, more devastating, than any youth film they had watched or romance novel they had read.
Especially for Lin Feifei.
Her family had always been well-off, and she had learned the violin before. The shock she felt was far more terrifying than Cheng Xiaoyue's.
"Country Road" sounded simple, but producing the rich emotional layers and dazzling technique Tang Song had just displayed was incredibly difficult.
His effortless technique, his flawless precision, and his studio-level intonation—especially the incredibly ornate cadenza he had improvised during the interlude—
Were on par with the performers she had heard in concert halls.
It was simply unbelievable.
Zhang Yan had told her that this "Jun" came from an ordinary rural family and had never studied music from childhood.
Wh-what kind of person was he?!
A moment later.
Tang Song slowly lowered his violin.
He seemed to still be immersed in the emotions of the piece, his thoughts gradually pulling away from the performance.
The night and snowlight blurred his expression, leaving only those deep, profound eyes.
Zhang Yan's body trembled slightly. When she came back to herself, she felt a chill across her face.
She hurriedly wiped at it, only to realize that at some point, tears had already streamed down her face, mixed with melted snow.
Just as she was about to wipe them away,