With just a lift of her head.
The girl's eyes were no longer lost.
Nana Li drew her bow across the strings.
Rich, solemn notes flowed slowly from the piece—
"Oh."
Lin Tian was slightly surprised.
"She adjusted herself so quickly."
Gan Yan Yu could not help murmuring.
Indeed.
Everyone noticed it.
When Nana Li had first stepped onto the stage, she had clearly looked nervous and unsure of herself. Even the aura in her stride had been far weaker than usual.
As fellow performers, they understood that feeling well. Anyone could see her unease.
Yet after merely lowering her head and adjusting herself on stage.
She had recovered to this extent?
And she was standing on a stage—the kind of place that could easily leave a performer's mind blank.
How terrifying.
Even Lin Tian could not help sighing in admiration.
If only Gan Yan Yu had possessed that ability earlier, how wonderful that would have been.
But rather than that,
the ability to regain one's confidence so easily was definitely not something an ordinary performer could possess.
It was more like
something engraved into her DNA.
The family heritage built up by generations of cellists—the pride in her very bones that made all cellists look up to her with awe!!
Wearing a magnificent Western-style gown, Nana Li sat at the center of the stage and played with complete focus.
Her music was deep, graceful, rising and falling with force.
Then, amid one variation.
The girl suddenly swept her bow across the strings and raised her head.
Her golden hair flew through the air.
"..."
"So beautiful!"
He Shumo could not help saying.
The "beauty" here did not refer only to Christine.
It was the performance, the stage, the music—
all of it was breathtakingly beautiful.
Nana Li was so