Was this... the last time they would ever meet?
Lin Tian suddenly recalled that day at Mao Wei'ang's company—their promise to meet again in the finals, and Mao Wei'ang's final hope that their work might one day make it onto their album.
He and Gan Yan Yu had not made it to that final.
Nor had they released another album.
They had missed their last chance to meet.
"Teacher Mao Wei'ang was a worthy opponent."
He Zhichen sighed as he spoke.
"He had clearly already achieved fame and success, yet in the final stage of his life, he transitioned into a professional cellist. In his very first year, he fought his way into the Dragon Qin Cup finals through sheer effort. He was a born cellist. It was just a pity... heaven envied his talent, and he never made it to that highest stage."
He Zhichen patted Lin Tian on the shoulder.
"Compared to Teacher Mao Zi, we're the lucky ones."
Just then, a staff member called out to He Zhichen from afar. After answering, He Zhichen immediately went over to help.
Lin Tian was left alone, feeling somewhat despondent.
He raised his head and looked at the banquet before him.
Gan Yan Yu's name hung high overhead. Countless senior figures and celebrities from the music world held glasses of red wine as they chatted and laughed. Many professors who had once held reservations about classical music had begun discussing Gan Yan Yu's heroic achievements and debating where she would lead China's cello scene.
This was also the future Mao Wei'ang had hoped to pursue when he became a cellist.
Lin Tian had always held three parts respect for this opponent.
Because he was practically a male version of Gan Yan Yu.
For the dream he had upheld since childhood,