Hearing Gan Yan Yu say that, Lin Tian immediately understood what she meant.
Whether—or not—his own performance was really as dangerous as Tuoba Jianhui had claimed.
Gan Yan Yu had not been present when Lin Tian spoke with that old Tuoba fellow.
She did not know what the two of them had discussed.
To Gan Yan Yu, she probably had no idea just how "special" her performances were.
She only knew that she loved the feeling of resonating with music, and that this way of performing had become a habit. She had been playing like this ever since she was seven.
Whenever she encountered a piece that drew her in too deeply, caused problems, or simply would not let her immerse herself in it, Gan Yan Yu would only vaguely understand it as a difficulty that inevitably came with performing a piece.
For all these years, Gan Yan Yu had not realized it, and Lin Tian had never truly faced the issue either.
So when Tuoba Jianhui pointed it out for the first time, even Lin Tian had been caught off guard.
Let alone Gan Yan Yu.
From Gan Yan Yu's perspective, Tuoba Jianhui was, after all, a conductor she had once admired.
It was hard not to take his words to heart.
"Lin Tian. Do you think my performances are dangerous too? When you perform with me, have you ever been hurt sometimes, but just never told me?"
Gan Yan Yu's rapid-fire questions left Lin Tian struggling to respond.
Yeah.
Was this something he ought to think through properly as well?
After giving Tuoba a thorough verbal beating, Lin Tian still had to admit something.
No matter how arrogant Tuoba Jianhui was, it did not change the fact that he was a great musician. Some of what he said