2022, spring.
United Kingdom Manchester International Cello Competition, Youth Division.
Sixteen-year-old Nana Li sat alone in a corner of the waiting room, her small hands secretly clenched into fists.
"She's here. Gan Yan Yu is here."
Soft murmurs rose around her, and Nana Li hurriedly looked up.
On the large screen.
A girl dressed in a pristine white gown, her hair pinned high atop her head, walked onto the stage.
"Is she Gan Yan Yu?"
Nana Li widened her eyes and stared at the girl on the screen.
"So beautiful."
Nana Li had never expected the rumored Gan Yan Yu to be a girl around her own age.
And to have such an incomparably beautiful face.
Was she Gan Hua's biological granddaughter?
Nana Li carefully compared the girl before her with the old man from the videotape in her memories. There really were faint traces of resemblance.
As long as I beat her.
As long as I beat her here, I won't have to learn the cello anymore.
Nana Li's throat was a little hoarse as she swallowed. She kept telling herself that over and over.
However, when the camera on the large screen zoomed in and focused on the girl's face.
Nana Li saw Gan Yan Yu's eyes and froze.
—A stagnant pool.
They were beautiful, crystal-clear azure eyes like sapphires.
Yet at that moment, not a trace of emotion could be seen in them.
What radiated from her whole body was an extreme chill. It made people unable to approach her; even watching from afar was enough to make one shiver all over.
Sixteen-year-old Nana Li shuddered.
As an opponent.
Gan Yan Yu's presence was simply too terrifying.
No wonder she was that person's granddaughter.
Did I really have the right to become the opponent of someone like