As the music grew increasingly restless.
That shout
forced Gan Yan Yu to tear herself away from her own world.
She raised her head and looked into Lin Tian's eyes.
For an instant,
the girl's lips trembled slightly, and she seemed somewhat confused.
But Lin Tian said nothing. He merely stared into her eyes.
Just like that.
The music seemed to gradually calm down and return to tranquility.
Before Lin Tian could feel relieved,
the girl's cello likewise lost its momentum.
The performance became a stagnant pool of water.
And that was the end.
"How did this happen?"
When the performance stopped, Lin Tian clutched his head and stared at Gan Yan Yu in disbelief.
"There's no way we should've played this piece so badly!"
"I-I don't know."
Gan Yan Yu looked lost.
Her performances were completely immersed in her own world. Sometimes, even she could not tell how well she had played.
But judging from Lin Tian's expression, she knew
that she had apparently messed up.
"Maybe I'm not practiced enough. After all, it's been a long time since I last played it."
Gan Yan Yu bent down beside Lin Tian and said seriously,
"How about we try again?"
"It has nothing to do with proficiency."
Lin Tian said dejectedly.
How could this possibly be a matter of proficiency?
Salut d'Amour was the first piece he had written for Gan Yan Yu.
How could Gan Yan Yu possibly not be familiar enough with it?
This was clearly
a problem with her state of mind.
"This is 'love,' Teacher Gan."
Lin Tian could not help saying,
"Love. Do you understand love?"
Lin Tian could not bear to voice his most straightforward thoughts.
He was afraid of hurting Gan Yan Yu.
In Lin Tian's mind,
given the relationship between him and