"I don't know!" Faced with Kousei Arima's hesitation, Kaori Miyazono did not give him another affirmative answer. She first shook her head before continuing, "Whether you can or can't, that's something you should be asking yourself. As the lead performer, all I can do is play my own music. But you, the accompanist...
Can you work with me and convey your own music—the music that belongs to Kousei Arima?"
Convey his own music? She really knew how to make things difficult. Kousei Arima gave a bitter smile. He wanted to shake his head, wanted to refuse. He probably couldn't do it anymore, could he? Besides, the competition had already ended the moment he became unable to play the piano. Just like his relationship with the piano, it was over...
Yet before Kousei Arima could say anything, Kaori Miyazono had already placed her bow back upon the strings.
"La la la..." Beautiful notes reappeared beneath her hands, dancing freely like spirits.
"Miyazono, the competition is already over..." Kousei Arima murmured. There was no way they could win now...
But why? Why was Miyazono still playing so earnestly? And why was she so dazzling when she played with such sincerity? She was too dazzling—so dazzling that he couldn't look directly at her. He could only close his eyes, yet he felt a warm presence. That radiance still surrounded him. Even with his eyes closed, he could still feel it, could still hear what that light was saying:
"It isn't over. It still isn't over. It won't end like this! Even if the competition is over, the music won't end. As long as you love music, as long as you want to convey your music to everyone, then nothing is over! People will stop, they will listen, they will be moved, and in