Six days earlier.
"Ding-dong—"
Gan Yan Yu rang the doorbell.
The door opened.
A middle-aged woman answered. The moment she saw Gan Yan Yu, a delighted expression appeared on her face.
"Gan Yan Yu?"
"You know me?"
Gan Yan Yu was somewhat surprised.
"Of course."
The woman looked somewhat haggard. She forced a faint smile and said,
"I've always followed that person. Of course I watched this year's cello competition too."
They both knew who "that person" referred to, so neither said anything more.
After entering the house, the woman went to pour Gan Yan Yu some tea.
After asking whether she could sit on the sofa, Gan Yan Yu sat down, placing her hands stiffly on her lap.
She used the time to look around.
The house was clean and tidy, clearly cleaned often. The living room furnishings were simple; apart from the sofa and television, there was not much else. Whether judging from the neighborhood or the interior decor, it looked like an ordinary household. And from the shoes by the entrance, the woman seemed to live alone.
Yet the most eye-catching thing in the living room—
Was probably the cello hanging on the wall.
Gan Yan Yu raised her head and stared at it for a long time.
Only when the woman handed her a cup of hot water did she hurriedly accept it and softly say, "Thank you."
Gan Yan Yu took a sip, then set the cup on the table with both hands.
"How has he been?"
The woman suddenly asked.
Gan Yan Yu raised her head. In front of her, those eyes on that weathered face were filled with urgency and burning hope.
"Very well."
The moment Gan Yan Yu came to her senses, the words had already rushed out.
But what did she